New U.S. Poet Laureate

via:

Stacia M. Fleegal

York Daily Record multiplatform journalist

Charles Wright, a native of Tennessee, author of 24 collections of poetry and winner of a National Book Award, a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Critics Circle Award and a Bollingen Prize, has been appointed the next poet laureate of the United States.

According to The Washington Post, “In an advance copy of Thursday’s announcement, Librarian of Congress James H. Billington said, ‘Charles Wright is a master of the meditative, image-driven lyric. Wright’s body of work combines a Southern sensibility with an allusive expansiveness, for moments of singular musicality.’”

Learn more about Charles Wright by visiting The Poetry Foundation, or by picking up a copy of one of his books. The author himself, in the Post’s story, recommends 1984′s “The Other Side of the River” and his most recently published book, “Caribou.”

Maya Angelou Passes

Today I am too sad for words, too sad to write anything poetically.  Maya Angelou not only inspired so many of us, her words were some of the most powerful and moving things I have ever heard or read.  We all lament her passing, and we all strive to be half the poet she was.

“Listen to yourself, and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God”—Maya Angelou’s final message

http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/28/us/maya-angelou-obit/

A Song for the Faeries

I wrote this song to celebrate the incredible experience of the Fairie Festival—enjoy!

Spoutwood Faerie Song

Come out, sweet Faeries, come out to play,

To celebrate Spring and the month of May.

The Green Man proclaimed a Festival day

For frolic and fun, both Mortals and Fae.

 

We’ll gather the Tribes from far and near:

Woodland and River will surely appear,

Mountain and Meadow, their air so clear

Bid welcome to Nature’s royalty dear.

 

Flitting and feasting and bubbles for some.

The Green Men protect and bless as they roam.

Fiddle and harp and pipes and drum

Delight King and Queen and all those who come.

 

The Bards will tell tales and stories of old:

Courage, adventure, and journeys unfold,

Copper bells gleaming and fortunes foretold

As Beltaine fires flame and turn all to gold.

 

“Kubiando” will echo all through the glade,

Music and dancing and wings arrayed,

Embers and Magick to light our way.

So come out, dear Faeries, come out and play!

© JD

A Rainy April Night

Sometimes I wish I could just sit down and write poetry, instead of setting up all this social media stuff—poems are much more fun!  Ah, well, it’s for a good cause if it gets the word out there.  So much wonderful poetry and writing information, and so many events!  I love that I am getting to meet new people who have such interesting and diverse points of view! 🙂