Bringing poetry to all the U.P.
decart83@gmail.com The first rays of sunlight shine through the treesand the autumn air blooms with the scentof fallen leaves and morning dew.I breathe in the crisp air and wonder,a droplet softly kisses my nose.Is it real, or did I imagine it?Slowly, the sky becomes alight withan army of crystalline soldiersand the witch season comes to a … Read more
From 7-years-old, good girl, you were told,be good for the nanny, be good for your teachers…Being good was a choice—Good girl. Be a good girl—I’ll be right back, she says.She knows it’s a choice you will always choose.Being good means nothing if it is just a word—Good girl. You enter a new world, filled with … Read more
Dance round the vice in silence. Prick your heartwith the broken record stylus, let itbleed out and boil, up to your chest, your brain. It’s slow, no thought to panic, just writhingin unease. Blood into a steaming pool,enduring the ancient dance, elusive. Unpredictable—you can’t look away. The vice is near and tradition follows,and for reasons … Read more
It was your choice—all you wantedwas more, trading welfare for a point.All we wanted was to be loved. You’ll never see how hard we try. No one asks for a sky filled with violence,families dying, the world blindto our youth’s pain, blind to our cries. I see no reason to explain it to you further
Poetry Reading by the current Poet Laureate of the U.P. – M. Bartley Seigel and the past laureates: Martin Achatz, Andrea Scarpino and Russell Thorburn. Peter White Public Library Community Room.
In conjunction with the City of Marquette Art Week 2022 theme of “Water”, the Foundation created a public art project: 5 signs on the city’s Cultural Trail. Each sign will have art by U.P. artist, Christopher Schmidt and a poem by poets: Kimberly Blaeser, Michelle Menting, Margaret Noodin, Keith Taylor and the current Upper Peninsula … Read more
Three Springs Up where forests have pushed back through fences, belief comes more easily, comes sometimes, for us, despite all our learning, even as it comes for that man we both love. Remember the day he took us away from the lake, from the roads, far into a valley, fern-covered and filled with the high … Read more
LAKE SUPERIOR Under my hand, a stone bear in nesting circles carved by ancestors, behind me, the walking woods at dusk, feather and fur, the little stone, moss, and mushroom people— we all still and hush to look and listen. Beyond the barrier islands and reefs, where the sun sets blood red and thunderhead brew … Read more
