MOST RECENT OPA NEWS
The Oregon Poetry Association is happy to announce an evening of poetry at the ColumbiaRead all of this item.
Center for the Arts, 215 Cascade Avenue, Hood River, Oregon, on June 7th at 6.00 pm. CCA has
been gracious to welcome OPA for a poetry reading and gathering for a film, entitled, “William
Stafford Life & Poems, The Methow River Poems.” There will be an open mic reading in the
theatre for all, readings from several board members of Oregon Poetry Association, and talk
about poetry and the possibility for upcoming workshops in the Hood River neighborhood.
Please join us for a rare chance to read your own poems and hear some board members read and
discuss poetry. Refreshments will be served. Please contact Diane Corson for more information: OPA Board Historian
- Posted: February 28, 2019
Carolyn Martin is happy to announce the launch of her latest poetry collection, A Penchant for Masquerades (Unsolicited Press, 2019).
Celebrate with her at
The Milwaukie Poetry Series
March 13, 2019
6:30 p.m. – 8:00 p.m.
The Ledding Library Pond House
2215 SE Harrison Street
From the universal to the personal, ...
LATEST BOOK REVIEW (EXCERPT)
Uttered Chaos Press, 2018, 80 pages, $19
As I often do when I start a book of poetry, I opened Judith
Montgomery’s Litany for Wound and Bloom
at random and dove in. The poems are startling and beautiful, standing on their
own even without the arc of the arrangement, though that had its own pleasing
“Listen” drew me in first, repeating some lines like a refrain (if the moon had been tatter and fog… if I lived in green valleys of wheat), making the unfolding story
even more appalling, like a lullaby turned horror story.
In the three evenly-divided sections – (Womb), (Word), (Witness)
– which concern motherhood – all the joy and ... Read all of this item.
MOST RECENT POET’S SPOTLIGHT
the mountain in the evening
by Brad Canfield
my grandfather had a black mountain and he picked asparagus in his garden just in front of the mountain he pulled each stalk from the dirt with his thick dirty fingers and dropped it gently into an old coffee can shunk. shunk. shunk. each stalk was a like piece of the evening because the sky grew darker as he picked and i think he looked like he was coming up out of the soil while he picked and i also think he looked like he was growing out of the soil and into a mountain
In three readings of this set of poems, my first choice never changed. The winner, “the mountain in the evening,” caught me with its simplicity, brevity, and a powerful transformative metaphor balanced on the word because. This in a five-line prose poem with the moody feel of ... Read all of this item.