The clearest possible indication that Bove now has enough votes to be confirmed.
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Poet, editor. Recent books: Boy on a Doorstep: New and Selected Poems (Tiger Bark Press); With Little Light and Sometimes None at All (Littoral Books). National Endowment for the Arts Poetry Fellowships (1995, 2011). Maine Literary Awards (2007, 2011).
The clearest possible indication that Bove now has enough votes to be confirmed.
23.07.2025 00:01 — 👍 13617 🔁 2419 💬 925 📌 225Silence!
24.06.2025 16:43 — 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0I'm deeply honored to have this quirky poem of mine in the new issue of Under a Warm Green Linden and to share the space with my friends Sean Thomas Doherty and Med Kearney and so many other fine poets whom I admire. Thank you, editor Christopher Nelson.
www.greenlindenpress.com/issue19-rich...
Here’s (yet another) solstice poem of mine from a few years ago that first appeared in The Maine Review, was reprinted by Poetry Daily, and reintroduced by Betsy Sholl at the Maine Arts Journal. Happy Solstice, All.
maineartsjournal.com/richard-foer...
Nec mora, percusso mendacibus aere pennis
abripit Iliadem.
—Metamorphoses X, ll. 159–160
Ganymede figures in a few of my poems. I've always been of two minds regarding this myth: Is that seizing of the youth a blessing or a rape? Clearly here it's the former.
My thanks to Richard Krawiec and everyone at Jacar Press for publishing this yoga poem of mine in the new issue of One. (Salabhasana in the locust pose.)
one.jacarpress.com/issue-31/
Feeling grateful for my publisher, Littoral Books, and for this recognition from the Independent Publishers of New England.
28.01.2025 14:27 — 👍 2 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Gerard Manley Hopkins: ‘I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day’
I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
The Hole We Find by Matthew Murrey The hole we find ourselves in is fine for we are the fine people on that side. We carry the light into the night, bring our burning torches to unite the right, that’s right. And this dawn has dawned so white and bright, brought us the shining sun, orange like our maganificent one, our fortunate son who rises here today to take his far rightful place once more as first in line. Today’s our time, time to climb up from the hole and claim— each one of us—this day is mine! Not theirs. They took it from us four years ago when we tried to stop the steal and take this stage with faithful zeal and patriotic fight. We failed and did not prevail, but we are back, and half the voters have our backs, and at our side is one grand old party, with its grand dream of rolling back all the woke, weak, neutered dreams of equity, inclusion, and “beloved community”— all the restraints on the strengths of the strong like us who dare to name and claim what’s mine is mine. The other side talks of taking care and bringing peace, but they too know might is right, they live the lie: spend endless sums on endless war and genocide, all while ginning up joy and pride, all while on the sly taking billionaires’ millions for their side. We are back and here to say winning and getting rich is joy, and being white is a source of pride with no wrongs to right, except to shut the book on books that whine about how bad it was or is to take, to own, to master, to be first like our great America, our America First. So each of us is here today to raise a fist with pride for being strong, being a man, being a woman who will and can give birth to countless real Americans— proud girls and proud boys who will stand back and stand by until we decide what will be done, then call on them to do it. And so begins our Fight! Fight! Fight! and should any fact or law or group get in the way, we say “Screw it!”
It's Inauguration Day, but there's no inaugural poem on the schedule, so I wrote an inaugural poem for Trump, MAGA and the country.
It's a poem meant to be read aloud, and so there's an audio link here: www.matthewmurrey.net/inauguration...
#Inauguration #poem #poetry #Inauguration2025
My book won the gold. Thank you, IPNE.
18.01.2025 23:06 — 👍 3 🔁 0 💬 2 📌 0My book, With Little Light and Sometimes None at All (Littoral Books), is on the short list for the poetry award. Wish me luck, and tune in tomorrow, Saturday 1/18/25 at 4 pm EST if you can.
ipne.org/the-book-awa...
Thank you, Sean, my friend. This is the opening poem in my latest book. (I’m new here on Blue Sky. In fact, this is my first post.)
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