For the third year in a row, we'll be posting a poem a day during National Poetry Month in April.
I have always been fascinated by abandoned and neglected spaces, both in metaphor and in image. How do the places we initially create survive once we leave them? How do they slowly fold back into the surrounding world? Where are the marks of us underneath tangled vines, broken windows, empty doorframes?
The following poem was the winning entry in Gulf Shores/Orange Beach, Alabama's contest in celebration of National Poetry Month in April. by Denise McKinney of Selma, Alabama Gulf Shores is my favorite place Such a friendly, pretty, open space Beautiful beaches, waves and sunsets Having to leave will be your only regrets Looking forward to my return Swimming, tanning and even the sun burn Gulf Shores is my favorite town Fun during the day and when the lights go down So come for a visit You don't want to miss it White sandy beaches Warm rays of sun Gulf Shores has all of the family fun!
A Q&A With Tupelo Poet Patricia Neely-Dorsey by Erin Z. Bass Patricia Neely-Dorsey grew up in Tupelo, Miss., and is a 1982 graduate of Tupelo High School. She attended Boston University, then moved to Memphis for almost 20 years, before returning to her home state in 2007. Moving back into the house she grew up in sparked lots of memories that first year, so much so that Dorsey began to write down her thoughts on paper. Her book of poems, "Reflections Of A Mississippi Magnolia," was published in February of 2008. In honor of National Poetry Month, Dorsey spoke with Deep South about her style of poetry, growing up in Mississippi and how she was influenced by writers like Eudora Welty. With titles like "Mississippi Through and Through, "Southern Man," Right to Vote" and "Making Cracklings," there's no denying the sense of place in Dorsey's writing. You can find several of her poems from the book in our Southern Voice section, and her book is sold on Amazon, at Reed's Gum Tree Bookstore in Tupelo and several other independent bookstores in Mississippi. How did you start writing poetry? I never thought about being a writer. It kind of came to me in my sleep