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Index Previous Next Snow Globe La Tour Eiffel. An April-snow like pollen covers a patch of stolid tulips. From the first platform, he leans over slick railings, leans as if in Keats’s scheme to drop and drop a red corsage to a woman below. I see it now: this is the one of 300 steel workers, who tumbled to his death clowning around. Her promise is to keep him from his fall by gazing back – his sentinel, his figurine against the filmy wash of elements against the fading colors in a dome. I shake it – not for snow – but to marvel at their hold. . Copyright © 2007 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Published in Cider Press Review , Vol. 9, Spring 2008.

Amber Alert 2013 New South Writing Contest Winner “Amber Alert" is a poem that is so compressed it fools us into thinking it's only going to be about a road and a deer. The clean lines hold so much more – movement, murder, youth and sensual beauty stolen, worlds of boys and girls in collision, the hunter, the hunted, rituals, and poetry inside poetry – a "hunter's nectar." In the end, the poem offers a saving grace – “her heart.” -- Judge, Marilyn Kallet 2013 New South Writing Contest new south : Georgia State University's Journal of Art & Literature

Index Previous Next Morning in Three Movements I I lie in my own pasty pool like a lamb in a druid’s bed. Layer by layer, thread after thread, I shed and shed. O, press me between your palms again! Deliverer, be delivered. Without your need, without a guise to beautify, what am I? II. I know her layers far better than she. Scales that I peel in a rush of steam. My tongue, her arch, her bending knee. The soft between her legs where I redeem myself, the way the Great Throwdini did, who earned his life, her love, by sparing them. Without her bristling flesh, oh what am I? III. In this morning light, I am almost transparent, a sheet of shimmering snow that holds another person’s fears – once in this tight embrace, twice in this lingering scent, this care, this newfound air. Answers to Riddles in Reverse: I: paos fo rab II : rozar III. eussit . Copyright © 2023 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Published in The Banyan Review , Fall 2023.

Index Previous Next Girl at Piano Rings of blue smoke swirl above her head like kisses floating off a palm, or like balloons of varnished silk that stretch and lift her toward a parting draft. A mix of comic strip and something raw that worked in Lichtenstein's pastiche of lines and polka dots; yet, somehow, coming from her lips these figures make us shift and sip - and sip again. What is it makes us look away as if remembering things to do at home? Is it the clear distinction: what she sings and what she knows? That unexpected nimbus of true thought? Easier, no doubt, to look through little comic blocks, dream-like and Byzantine -- present, yet one remove from present scenes. . Copyright © 2006 M. B. McLatchey All rights reserved. Published in Beauty/Truth: A Journal of Ekphrastic Poetry , Fall/Winter 2006.

Index Previous Next The Lame God "When I'm alone here at night I cuddle him and hold him. Sometimes, I even try to make him walk." ― Nurse in one of the Lying Down Rooms in an orphanage in Russia, where, because of the social stigma of crippled children, they are often rejected by their parents and committed to the state. He walked on thin legs, as Homer put it. Hephaestus, born with a shriveled foot that so humiliated Hera she threw her son into the sea. Once tossed from high Olympus, he turned his frailty into grit: counterinsurgency. A terra firma, as opposed to the water she dreamed of, his exile made him face his kind, build her a catbird seat -- a throne with a trick release to trap her like the imperfections she reviled. In the end, he hobbled, motherless castaway, into their pantheon. What was it made the Greeks admit a lame god into their heaven? In all of their myths, his wit and craftsmanship. But there was plenty of that to go around. What if the Greek Ideal that gave them height, relied, for good form, on what the gods despised -- a symmetry of damned and apple of their eyes. Twins on a coin, a champion form: what men could learn to love; what the state wished was never born. . Copyright © 2007 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Published in The Spoon River Poetry Review , Winter/Spring 2008

Upcoming Events: Oct. 24 - 26, 2025 - FSPA Fall Convention M.B. will be joining Sean Sexton and Brian Turner as speakers at the FSPA poetry convention next Fall in Lake Wales. The event will be held at Bok Tower Gardens . Details coming soon. Previous Events: March 26, 2025 - Poetry Reading M.B. will be guest reader at the Crazy Wisdom Poetry Circle event via Zoom. Open to all, the reading will be followed by an open mic. Details here. January 2025 - Poets for Peace Join M.B., local area poets, and musician Ray McNiece on Thursday January 23 at 7pm for Poetry & Music in Support of the Orphans in Ukraine . The event will be held at the Unitarian Universalist Church, 56 North Halifax Drive, in Ormond Beach. Free admission; donations welcome. Contact Joe Cavanaugh, jcavanaugh1@gmail.com November 23, 1-2pm - Let's Talk Poetry! M.B. will host a creative writing discussion on Saturday afternoon during National Novel Writing Month at the New Smyrna Beach Regional Library, 1001 S. Dixie Fwy, NSB. Details here . November 6, 13, 20 - The HUB on Canal M.B. will host Florida Loves Poetry!! ™ workshops on three consecutive Wednesday afternoons this November (2024) at The HUB on Canal in New Smyrna Beach. Sign up here . October 2024 - FSPA Fall Conference The annual Florida State Poets Association Fall Conference will take place October 25 - 27, 2024 at the Quality Inn & Suites Palatka Riverfront in Palatka, Florida, on the beautiful St. Johns River. M.B. and several others will be conducting writing workshops this year. Details and agenda here . Oct. 2024 - Women's Health and Breast Cancer Care Event. The Atlantic Center for the Arts is partnering with Advent Health NSB on October 2, 2024 for an evening focused on mindfulness and women's health . As guest speaker, M.B. will explore the healing power of creativity. Details here . April, 2024. National Poetry Month ACA Poetry Workshops - Get ready to embrace National P oetry Month in April, 2024 by signing up now for Florida Loves Poetry workshops and see why poets are calling these "the best poetry workshops in Florida!" M.B. will host four consecutive Wednesday night classes, 4pm to 6pm, at the Harris House in New Smyrna Beach. Free of charge. Beginners to advanced are welcome, but seating is limited. SOLD OUT Wed., February 28, 2024 7-9pm Patio Poets - Maitland - M.B. will Guest Poet for the evening at the Venue on Lake Lily in Maitland. Her reading will be followed by an Open Mic for poets. All poets are welcome.. January 20, 2024, 5:30-7:15pm The HUB on Canal Poetry Night . M.B. will Guest Poet for the evening during The Hub's open mic monthly event. For info, contact Mary Jane at 386-214-6409. Nov. 19, 2023, 10:30am to 4pm Fall Festival of the Arts - Deland . Poetry readings, open mic, and poetry slam. M.B. and Volusia Poet Laureate Dr. David Axelrod will both read from their works at noon on Sunday at the Chess Park Stage next to the courthouse in downtown Deland. Oct. 25 - Nov. 15, 2023 Poetry Workshops at The HUB on Canal . M.B. will host four poetry workshops that will run on consecutive Wednesdays from 4:30 to 6pm starting on October 25. Serious poets and writers of all skill levels are welcome. SOLD OUT Sept. 16, 202 3 Refreshments and Readings - Barnes & Noble, Tomoka Town Ctr., Daytona Beach, Saturday, Sept. 16. at 2:30 pm. M.B. will be joining author Ginger Pinholster to read from their upcoming works. Ginger will be launching her book Snakes of St. Augustine and M.B. will read from her newest collection, Smiling at the Executioner . Please respond to the evite to reserve you spot. April 2023 ACA Poetry Workshops - SOLD OUT Atlantic Center for the Arts will host their annual poetry workshops at ACA Harris House in New Smyrna Beach throughout poetry month next April. M.B. will host four workshops over the month with the theme "Freeing our poetic voices the formal way". Admission is free. Sign up on ACA's website . UPDATE : The ACA poetry workshops are currently sold out. You can send an email to mbmclatchey@gmail.com if you would like to get onto the standby list. Oct. 21-23, 2022 Florida State Poets Association - Annual Fall Convention The Florida State Poets Association (FSPA ) will hold its annual fall convention in Daytona, Florida at the Marriott Residence Inn Daytona Beach Shores. M.B. will be moderating a panel of experts on the topic of Slam Poetry. Details here. Sep. 22, 2022 - 5:30 - 7:30 PM Breast Cancer Awareness and Prevention Free event sponsored by AdventHealth and Atlantic Center for the Arts. Experience mindfulness activities through meditation and expressive writing. Includes a healthy dinner and refreshments. Open to the Public. Details here. Sep. 27, 2022 - 7:30 PM Miami Poetry Reading J oi n poets January Gill O’Neil and Susan L. Leary at The Betsy-South Beach Library in Miami for an evening of poetry hosted by SWWIM . Arrive early with M.B. to meet the artists at 6:30 PM. Details here . September 10, 2022 (Saturday) Wheaton Writing Academy - Online Workshop Nationally-recognized Wheaton Writing Academy will sponsor a three-hour online workshop, “Unleashing Our Poetic Voices”, with M.B. as host. Beginners to advanced-level poets are all welcome. Time: noon - 3pm. To register or for more info, email wheatonwriter@gmail.com . April 13 - 14, 2022 Miami Poetry Readings Check out SWWIM's list of upcoming events and readings at The Betsy Hotel in South Beach, Miami. April 6, 13, 20, 27 - 2022 ACA Poetry Month Workshops Celebrate National Poetry Month in 2022 with Atlantic Center for the Arts! M.B. will host poetry sessions every Wednesday at 3pm throughout the month of April at ACA Harris House in New Smyrna Beach. Admission is free, but seating is limited. Sign up here . November 3-5, 2021 HundrED Innovation Summit 2021. Join M.B. and education experts from around the world to talk about the future of education. The three days of expert panels, live workshops, and networking with industry representatives are free to all and completely virtual. Details here . November 10 & December 15, 2021 SWWIM (Supporting Women Writers in Miami) will host poetry readings at The Betsy Hotel in South Beach, Miami at 7pm. October 2021 The 10th Annual Winter Park Paint Out International Poetry Competition is about to begin. Join other poets in creating your own ekphrastic response to a contestant's painting. Find out all of the details here . Entry is free, but, you need to hurry. Sept. 28, 2021 Florida State Poets Association Zoomies ( Originally scheduled for 9/14/21 ) Join the FSPA Zoomies and M.B. for a special presentation at 7:30 p.m. via Zoom. M.B. will read from her new book Beginner's Mind and speak to the topic of "poets writing prose". If you have a question you'd like her to respond to during the presentation, you may email her in advance at mbmclatchey@gmail.com. Attendance is always free for these events. Details here . June 9, 2021 M.B. will be featured as a guest reader for the Midsummer Night's Pensive Reading , hosted on Zoom by Northeastern University's Center for Spirituality, Dialogue, and Service (CSDS) and the New England Poetry Club. Readings start at 7pm. RSVP preferred. May 15, 2021 Beginner's Mind - Book Release. Now available from Regal House Publishing and your favorite book suppliers. May 1, 2021 For a behind the scenes look at M.B.'s new book, Beginner's Mind , check out her interview in the May/June issue of Florida's premier poetry magazine, Of Poets & Poetry . Spring 2021 Fresh Perspectives in Poetry In partnership with Atlantic Center for the Arts and with sponsorship from The Florida Humanities Council, M.B. is hosting a four-part poetry series on Facebook. From the comfort and safety of your home or workplace, join M.B. on a journey of learning from the world's most notable masters. Free of charge and open to the public. Details here .

Index Previous Next Rhonda Gail Williford Poetry Prize - 2nd Place For a Dying Child Newborns in incubators in the IC Unit at Gaza’s largest hospital are dying as power fails and resources run out. – Palestinian Health Ministry, NBC News We wished for you a greenhouse gardener’s plan. His skillful hands. Seeds laid down in planting beds centuries old; a loyal water drip; roots taking hold; green tendrils taking to the gardener’s light. Stems kept alive – acacias, myrtle. An impenetrable inside. And not this grieving season. We wished for you a clear domed sky, light thermal winds to thaw your nestling trim, plump up your chalky skin. An angel to release your brittle frame from hissing tubes; smooth your two-week-old, old man’s head; anoint you with a name – before you are one of five listed: unnamed dead . And not this killing season. We wished for you ladders propped against shimmering olive trees. A long- limbed boy gingerly plucking, shaking the seeds. In a blur of boy and twigs, a laurel for your head: silver-green leaves. For certain harvest, sheets of netting below. Certain soap; certain oil, the essence of citrus, the golden-green glow. And not this hungering season. . Copyright © 2024 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Winner of the Rhonda Gail Williford Poetry Prize, second place. Published in International Human Rights Art Movement , Fall 2024. Source cited: NBC N ews

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Florida State Poets Association FROM THE PRESIDENT’S DESK by Al Rocheleau Excerpted from Of Poets & Poetry , Nov/Dec 2020 issue. What a presentation by M.B. McLatchey! Last week I went to M.B.’s superb website at www.mbmclatchey.com to offer some commentary. I thought I’d share that with you: M.B. McLatchey presents herself without fanfare, but certain of what she knows, where she has come from, and where she’s going. As keynote speaker at the Florida State Poets Association’s 2019 Fall Convention, M.B. shared, for the first time in public, her thoughts and feelings for Nobel Laureate Seamus Heaney, her mentor and dear friend of her graduate days at Harvard. Mirroring the self-effacement and common sense that emanated from the icon with whom she not only studied in class and at his home, but also shared Guinness and Porter’s Whiskey at a Harvard Square pub, the simple, elegant wisdom of Heaney’s art and his humanity rung through her with our assembly of poets. Telling aspects of his and their story, along with the kind of seminal advice from a master that working poets yearn for, she managed to reach every heart and mind in the room. A note: when reading M.B.’s own award-winning poetry, I find echoes of Heaney, his blood and his logic, combined with, for me, a kind of simply etched elegance that I once found in the pediments and friezes of Phidias in the British Museum. Even in her work that is contemporary, I get that feel, that clarity. There is timelessness to the work, as there is in that of Heaney, who can as easily reflect the paths of Beowulf as he can the ways of a child in County Derry, or the walks of a beautiful graduate student on the cobbles of Cambridge. M.B. McLatchey knows, and she connected us to Seamus Heaney, and to herself, and for both experiences, we are grateful. Just as you have come to know the poetry of Lee, Peter, and Lola, it’s time set your sights on Carol and M.B. ~ Al Rocheleau, President, Florida State Poets Association Note : M.B.'s keynote speech at the 2020 FSPA annual conference has been adapted into an Atlantic Center for the Arts video which celebrates M.B.'s time with Seamus.

Index Previous Next 2008 Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Award - Special Merit The Rescue People use the word 'closure.' It's not about closure, it's more about justice. ― John Walsh, father to Adam Walsh. Today in the news: Miraculous Rescue An uncle drags a shark to shore to save his near-dead nephew. A bull of a shark, the arm that it tore from the boy when he waved for help fueled the beast's palate; its tail in the uncle's grip, a blur of blood claret and kelp; the husks from his palms, a grim and edible kale. I want a shark that I can wrestle and make it spit you out. To make it yearn for its strength, to thrash about as I nestle its nose in my grip. I want to turn you loose from a palpable place: a well, a shed, a jaw. I want the monster to face me and beg for the law. . Copyright © 2007 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Award - Special Merit. Published in The Comstock Review , January 2008.

Award Winning Poetry - 2005 Winner of the Annie Finch Prize On Recognizing Saints As if to find new icons for her life or as if - piece by piece - to dismantle mine she scans our purchases too consciously. Flips through a magazine I'm embarrassed to be buying. Studies its regimen for shapely thighs, asks me - because she's heard - if drinking wine is good for nursing. The shift from idle chitchat to appeal. Camille, her nametag says. Camille of olive skin and violet nails with long metallic tips, who flashes her lover's sucking marks like her stigmata. Camille who isn't showing yet - but like Crivelli's virgin martyr Catherine, peers sidelong at me and leans decoratively against her register as Catherine did against her studded wheel. So clearly Catherine that I want to look away - or kneel. And yet, Crivelli would have framed her differently: a martyr tucked away with other martyrs in a predella of muted colors, quiet suffering. None of this heart-to-heart - this girlfriend talk that brings to mind a string of small petitions and makes me say my part. Copyright © 2004 M. B. McLatchey All rights reserved. Winner of the Annie Finch Prize, 2005. Judge: Margot Schlipp Published in The National Poetry Review , Fall/Winter 2005. Previous Next

Index Previous Next Oaths, Curses, Blessings As a girl, I learned to hurl a curse so it would hurt. The skill, not in the words but in the work: bringing the self to feel another's precious losses as though they were one's own. And then, like an informer against the heart, delivering the blows: May you wake without air, without light. May you walk with a league of homeless shadows by your side. Although it was play it frightened me to see a hex take hold in a friend's eye, to see the crushing sorrows one can summon with the mind. Tonight, in the ashen shadows of your room those curses seem to linger like stray dogs reminding me, as the unfortunate always do, of our double lives. Our tendency to come to terms too late. Your breadth, like oatmeal's blooming scent, circles them in a breeze. Above us, light that should comfort: glow -in-the-dark stars careen like clockwork through a black sky. For a lamp: a shuttle that turns unceasingly over a dimly-lit earth. I cover you again, although this August night is still and though it's me that's shaking. With a different girl behind us, this stillness might be our grace. Instead it keeps me here tonight not praying really, but pacing. . Copyright © 2007 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Published in the Georgetown Review , Spring 2008