Georgia

An award-winning poet and novelist, Judson Mitcham was named poet laureate of Georgia in 2012 by Governor Nathan Deal. His writings, which examine basic human themes within the specific landscape of Georgia, are both poignant and powerful. Although much of Mitcham's educational background is centered in psychology, Mitcham has taught workshops in poetry and fiction at Mercer University, and has also served as adjunct professor of creative writing at the University of Georgia and at Emory University, where he has directed the Summer Writers' Institute.

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Mar 07 2017
Poetry Matters Project Presents

Poetry Matters Project has teamed up with Goodwill Hire Grounds to provide open mic readings on the first Tuesday of every month. The readings feature local and nationally known poets. The events are free and open to the public.

March feature will be Yavaria Ryan -Women's History Month will be main theme

April feature will be Vanessa Harris, Ms. Harris a Vet will showcase Women and War

For more information on the project visit Poetry Matters Project on Facebook

Contact Lucinda Clark at info.poetrymattersproject.org

6:04pm to 8:06pm
3179 Washington Road
30907Poetry Augusta, Georgia

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Poetry in Georgia
Judson Mitcham
Georgia poet laureate

Judson Mitcham

Judson Mitcham is the author of A Little Salvation: Poems Old and New (University of Georgia Press, 2007), Sabbath Creek (University of Georgia Press...

poems

poem
Hair--braided chestnut,
     coiled like a lyncher's rope,
Eyes--fagots,
Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters,
Breath--the last sweet scent of cane,
And her slim body, white as the ash
     of black flesh after flame.
poem

        at The Funeral for 13,000; Andersonville
         Historic Site, September 19, 2015

Every prayer once prayed here is still in the air,
but there is also that old wine of astonishment, caught
in the throat. So who are we to have gathered here,
even in praise, even humbled

poem
Out of the hills of Habersham,
Down the valleys of Hall,
I hurry amain to reach the plain,
Run the rapid and leap the fall,
Split at the rock and together again,
Accept my bed, or narrow or wide,
And flee from folly on every side
With a lover's pain to attain the plain
Far from the hills of Habersham,
Far from