“Love the written word and wondering what there is to do in Delaware? The DE Literary Events Calendar, twitter feed and FB page are intended to build community in DE.”
I must give a hearty shout-out to Tery Aine Griffin for creating and maintaining the new Delaware Literary Events calendar. Tery is an active member of the Delamarva writing community and two-time fiction fellow in the Cape Henlopen Poets & Writers’ Retreat sponsored by the Delaware Division of the Arts. You can browse her bio below.
The biennial Cape Henlopen Retreat gives Delaware writers like Tery a four-day weekend to focus, write and deepen our practice. It gives our small, dare I say interdependent community of poets and writers direction and strength when several of us from up and down the peninsula can get a few days together to talk about what supports our pursuit of the craft.
The Delaware Poetry Review is an online journal founded by a team of writer-editors in 2007. DPR publishes talented poets from Delmarva and the Mid-Atlantic, as well as poets from across the country with ties to the region.
Founding editor Kim Roberts invited me to guest edit the Fall 2012 issue: new poems by Josiah Bancroft, Liz Dolan, Russell Susumu Endo, Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda, Meredith Davies Hadaway, Amanda Newell, Abby Millager, Erin Murphy, Maggie Rowe, and Leona Sevick. Here’s a preview of two poems, and hope you enjoy the issue.
Turn me back into a fish.
It’s too late for reanimation,
for nerve ends and love tics.
My skin, soft, uncooked,
excited as wetted yeast,
as hungry, does soon remind me
that mine is the body
lightning made, just before
the waking, brainless monster
leapt to …
I was beamed up into December, somehow. Back in the world of October, I promised to highlight some poems from The Delmarva Review. (The editors seek submissions for Volume 5 through February 2012.)
The DR is a regional review, although the 33 authors in Volume 4 come from eight states, DC, and the Ukraine. I was charmed by the Eastern Shore flavor of this volume and three poems in particular.
Wendy Ingersoll’s portfolio of poems about her dad, who grew up along an Eastern Shore river, ends with a colorful monologue, “Tell Us About the River, Dad,” his description of crabbing and oystering at low tide, when “a northwest wind/ blew the water clear out of the bay…”
The title of Linda Blaskey’s “Two Days at Shipping Creek” engages my interest in our peninsula’s place names. The poet’s emotional turmoil, from the Adirondack chair overlooking Oyster Cove, is just a …