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Poets of Franklin County

Poets of Franklin County:

Friday, August 28, 2015

Anyone who has walked much in the New England woods has come upon the remnants of stone walls wending through the trees, delineating former fields and pastures. After studying such walls on walks near his Hinsdale, home, poet Dennis Pollock became curious about the men who had built them. A psychotherapist for his entire career before embarking upon a second one in home repair and renovation, Pollock is clearly uncomfortable using the word “men,” though we decide to put feminism aside for the moment and agree that, in the 1700s and 1800s, it would most likely have been men who built stone walls. “What were … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Lisa Burke's visual poetry

Friday, August 21, 2015

As a person who has written poems and made collages since I was a teenager or younger, I’ve always wondered whether there is such a thing as a visual poem. And if there is, wouldn’t it be a collage? So many poets work in collage — Mark Strand, John Ashbery, Carol Potter and … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Word choice matters

Friday, July 17, 2015

What do poetry and the language of government have in common? More than you might think, according to State Representative Ellen Story of Amherst. Story is a Democratic state legislator in the Massachusetts House of Representatives, representing the 3rd Hampshire District, which is composed of the towns of Amherst, Pelham and Precinct 1 … 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

Poets of Franklin County: Claire Blatchford

Friday, November 7, 2014

Shelburne writer, poet and teacher Claire Blatchford lost almost all of her hearing suddenly at age 6, as a result of the mumps. “Imagine your hearing being switched off with one quick flick of fate,” she writes in … 0