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Poets of Franklin County

Poets of Franklin County: Paul Richmond, "You Might Need a Bigger Hammer."

Friday, April 24, 2015

If you don’t know Wendell poet and spoken word artist Paul Richmond yet, chances are you soon will. He’s that long-haired guy with the wild laugh who tirelessly organizes poetry and spoken word events all over the valley — from Greenfield’s monthly Third Tuesday open mic readings at 9 Mill St. and its multi-venue Greenfield Annual Word Festival in October, to the long-running but now defunct All Small Caps open mic series at the Déja Brew in Wendell, and the popular spoken word stage at the North Quabbin Garlic & Arts Festival in Orange. Richmond is also working with the Easthampton arts council to produce … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Sequoia LeBreux

Friday, April 17, 2015

Sequoia LeBreux admits she has long been obsessed with the story of Peter Pan. The Mohawk junior says she read the book, written by Scottish novelist and playwright J.M. Barrie, when she was younger, “And I loved the sort of mystical boy character who’s romanticized but he’s also kind of a horrible person.” … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Jay Goldspinner

Friday, April 10, 2015

Every day. Greenfield poet and storyteller Jay Goldspinner takes a walk around her neighborhood. “And it’s always the same places,” Goldspinner says. She names the streets on her route with obvious fondness, “Down Chapman, across Walnut, up Davis and then the little bit of Pleasant coming back into my parking lot and back … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Jim Culleny

Friday, April 3, 2015

Back in the mid-1970s, when Shelburne Falls poet and carpenter Jim Culleny was working as a counselor at the Turners Falls Youth Center, he often went into the Shady Glen Diner for coffee or lunch. He usually had … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Nick Fleck

Friday, February 6, 2015

Northfield poet Nick Fleck walks in the woods a lot, both here in Franklin County and in untamed areas around Moosehead Lake in Maine. His poem “Yesterday” recounts a surprise encounter with a deer while walking a “tote … 0

‘Yesterday’ a poem by Nick Fleck

Friday, February 6, 2015

Yesterday I came to a clearing. The trail — an old tote road — I rambled without bearing. The way unhallowed passed through birch, through beech and oak where once farm folk were neither poor nor rich. The woods a skin of snow and sunlit. The straight lines … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Valentine’s Day Poetry Event at the Co-op

Friday, January 16, 2015

Maybe you love chocolate. Or you love locally cultured cheeses, oranges shipped from organic groves in Florida, or leafy green kale grown in a hilltown right around the corner. Maybe you love sitting down with a friend for … 0

Poets of Franklin County: ‘Written from the heart’

Friday, December 26, 2014

Two years ago, Courtney Ribeiro would not have imagined that she’d be meeting with other women once a week to write poetry — or that, on a regular basis, she’d be performing poems in public. Two years ago, … 0

‘We Have a Circle”: a poem by Courtney Ribeiro

Friday, December 26, 2014

We Have a Circle We have a circle built by trust and hope. This is how we ladies learn to cope. For some it’s the friendships, Our close growing bond. It’s a family for those who have none. We’ve all been silenced by something or someone. For we … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Fred Pelka

Friday, December 5, 2014

In Easthampton poet Fred Pelka’s poem “Clots,” pricked fingertips toughen as they heal until they are “hard as elevator buttons,” allowing an unusual transcendence in the poem’s last lines. “You’re nothing without your scars,” the poem asserts. Pelka’s … 0

“Clots,” a poem by Fred Pelka

Friday, December 5, 2014

“Clots” You say stitches limit a person but dig deeper. You’ll see how they release as well as bind. Isn’t there a tranquility in that — a lovely still presence of wounds, salty as the moon ascending, drawing each tide behind it like a skirt? You’re nothing without … 0

Poets of Franklin County: ‘The Light We Leave’

Friday, November 21, 2014

What happens when images and words are given the chance to interact, not in a hierarchical way — say, an image illustrating a passage of text, or a caption explaining the content of a photograph — but in … 0

“Senses,” a poem by Amie Keddy

Friday, November 21, 2014

“Senses” “Nothing can cure the soul but the senses.” — Oscar Wilde The shiplap summer house screened us, together drinking tea I cupped the jar with both hands trusting its insulation to hold you from me. I did not touch your auburn hair or stroke your jaw so … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Tommy Twilite

Friday, November 14, 2014

If you’ve been attending poetry readings in this valley long enough, chances are you’ve heard of Tommy Twilite. He’s the host of the Twilite Poetry Pub on Tuesdays, 8 to 9 p.m. on Valley Free Radio, WXOJ 103.3 … 0

Paradise Pond: a poem by Tommy Twilite

Friday, November 14, 2014

Paradise Pond when sun diamonds refract off the water ripples like clear sparkling blood every swirl of color spins into the late afternoon sun that sinks into distance unmoved and recedes like butter into a crescent moon against a sky of night dying in the afterglow to become … 0