THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER OPERATIONAL. PLEASE ENJOY WHAT IS HERE, AND DO LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU WISH. NORTH CAROLINA'S NEW POET LAUREATE IS CATHY SMITH BOWERS. SHE WILL SOON HAVE HER OWN WEBSITE THROUGH THE NORTH CAROLINA ARTS COUNCIL SITE. I WILL BE SHIFTING MY ATTENTION TO HERE, WHERE I AM, (SEE SIDEBAR)USING IT TO DRAW ATTENTION TO WRITERS WHOSE WORK DESERVES ATTENTION. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT ME THERE. For a video of the installation ceremony, please go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xAk6fOzaNE.
Go to http://www.yourdailypoem.com/, managed with finesse by Jayne Jaudon Ferrer, who says, "Our intent is to make visitors to Your Daily Poem aware of the joy and diversity of poetry."
Friday, March 27, 2009
SARAH BRUCE: Special Commendation Winner, Student Poet Laureate Awards
You can see from the three most recent posts how difficult it was for me and my first reader John York to select the final winner for our first NCETA Student Laureate poetry award. Reading Sarah Bruce's "yellow," we were captivated by Sarah's often surprising turns of imagery and phrase. We found her last line especially memorable. Sarah continues to write poetry. Her "Swaddlling" follows her prize winning poem. Reading this poem, I know I'm hearing the voice of a real poet. (I like her play on "a room of one's own"!)
Sarah Bruce is a native of Raleigh, currently studying in Richmond at VCU and majoring in International Studies. She enjoys wandering around parks. She reads the newspaper every day that she can. And she loves to watch the sunrise before going to bed.
we all die young and we all grow old. we all take more capsules and pills than we’re told. I don’t wear my yellow sweatshirt anymore.
tricycle children pull out their hair like the little-girl-grandmothers rocking in chairs, spectacles smeared with chalk and a fountain pen.
lips curling in, spine twisting out as my ancestors teach me to drink. venerate me; I have wrapped myself in string.
the color of lead is the color of all my dreams.
I My suit jacket is smothered in the dust of communion wafers as I nestle under this pew. I need to be small and safe, a sanctuary within a sanctuary, in a womb of my own.
II A bed once cradled me, soft like a nascent fire's first breath. I lay for hours and hours in something like slumber, my forearms draped over my ribcage and hips.
III Three decades ago, before sundown in the summer, I would catch fireflies in my jar. Mother told me to release them peacefully, but I envied the peace that they already had.
(Judges Special Commendation winner Sarah Bruce with her parents.)
I've lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina since 1968, though I'm a native of SW Georgia. My paternal grandmother was born in the Blue Ridge, and I grew up wanting to live here. Where I am.
I've published five collections of poetry, the most recent 4 being with LSU Press, and have published poetry in magazines ranging from The Atlantic Monthly to Appalachian Heritage. But I also hike, bang pots and pans around in my kitchen, and love several dogs who leave fur all over my carpets. I write poetry because it's my way of singing back to the world both within and without.