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"Exploring Poetry, Together"

Poetry Reading Series and Open Mic runs monthly
October - April, third Thursdays, 7:00 P.M.


Held at the P. Faith McMahon Wintonbury Library

1015 Blue Hills Ave, Bloomfield, CT


Spark your creativity, make connections, and share the
gift of poetry! We offer readings by notable poets and a
warm, supportive atmosphere for sharing your own work!


Tom Nicotera


with Tom Nicotera

Kick-start your creativity! Popular poet-teacher Tom Nicotera facilitates two poetry classes this spring. Choose one or both classes--they may be taken independently.

Classes will be held at McMahon Wintonbury Library, 1015 Blue Hills Ave, Bloomfield.

WORKSHOP #1, Thursday, May 21, 6:30-8:00 PM

A brief summary of the liberating influences on today’s poetry and the poet’s never-ending search to express in words what is beyond words. Includes in-class writing with regards to the mind, the memory, the senses and, of course, the word. Includes a sampling of other poets’ works and an assignment for Workshop #2.

WORKSHOP #2, Thursday, May 28, 6:30-8:00 PM

Presents the dynamics of language, editing, presentation and performance. Plus tips on publishing and more in-class writing.

Tom Nicotera received an MA in Literature from American University and a teaching certificate in English from Central Connecticut State University. He has published poems in numerous journals and his poems have been selected to be performed by the East Haddam Stage Company. He currently co-hosts the Wintonbury Poetry Series & Open Mic.



Poetry Sharing Page

Submissions for our Poetry Sharing Page will be reviewed for posting by Marilyn Johnston, coordinator of the Wintonbury Poetry & Open MIC program.


Postings will not appear immediately. Submissions can be received by Marilyn via CD or floppy, or by sending an e-mail to: Submit up to 3 one-page poems for consideration.



Rock under foot
Soft air about
Sun aloft above me.
Wonder of wonders
No need to ask!
"Does She? Does She love me?"

by Howard Banow

(posted 5-12-15)

Mid-May, And The Living's a Whole Lot Easier

No heavy coats, collars turned up,
to brace against the chill.
No dreading venturing out in morning.
In shirt-sleeves we happily skip out for an
early constitutional.

Aching joints of the elderly oiled by the sun's rays.,
seem to shed accumulated rust.

The calendar says it's yet spring.
but our bodies, in tune with greening trees,
sing of summer-time.
When the living is not near as hard.

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 5-12-15)

Stan Getz, Cradling His Sax; "I Remember April"

I remember, as did he, all the many Aprils.
April, such a tease; "You can be young again, "
croons April, the seductress.
"Just stroll outside beneath the trees, newly green."
Tender green of leaves--April can, and often does,
break your heart, and yet--and, yet,
to drink in the heady cocktail of a warming April day--
who'd trade it in, willingly, for a shawl, and a rocking-chair?
The walking out the door, smelling April's scent, that floats by,
the sun caressing the face!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 4-20-15)

My Higher Power: Good To Me

I have been exposed to great teachers, in my life.
Have had passed down to me, knowledge of a craft
also, wisdom, sometimes, in very raw form, about life;
joy and suffering.

In one day, to experience, through two separate
dear friends, a huge portion of the spectrum
of human emotion, evokes humble gratitude.
Don't know why I was chosen, but feel blessed.

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 3-17-15)


Fiona declares yellow
Is her favorite color, but adds,
"Blue is the largest color."
As though it was
Something anyone would know.

But, like any great fact,
It is mutable,
Because the next day,
She says equally
Firm and sure,
"Brown is the largest color."

She is hard to argue with,
Her daily faith is unshaken
And unshakeable.
God bless a three year old's certainty.

And I do
For certainty is scarce.
It is sacred.

And largeness,
The measure of quotidian blessings,
Is the only pool of faith
I would ever want to swim in.

by Steve Sledzik

(posted 2-18-15)

Soaring to Stratospheric Heights With The Huskies

The best three-point-shooter ever in woman's
collegiate basketball--like a dart to a magnetic board,
the arc, so far, so true, nestling smoothly, home into hoop!

The shortest player on the court, also, the fastest,
the fierce, fiery, little point-guard, running so fast,
you can hardly believe your eyes,
the tall, bright, junior, with the huge wing-span,
the one Geno has molded into a fighter and a leader--
fun to watch her excel now so consistently!

Said Cousin Dan," I don't think I ever saw a whole team play
like that for almost the entire game!"

Yahoo, now, number one!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 2-18-15)

"Without Melody and Poetry, There Would Be
Only Sobs and Groans"

There is rapture in the melody of life.
There is human caring, a delicate flowering
which ultimately manages to survive,
if we are open to its resonance.
Don't ever flip off its sound;
soar with it where serenity lives,
in that music that's been heavenly orchestrated!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 1-20-15)

Sam's Mannequin Store

Welcome to Sam's
Mannequin store
where you can get
Smiling faces and more
Graceful legs
And graceful arms
Eyes that see
With frozen charms
They stand straight
Elegant and tall
Ready for the clothes
That we buy for us all
So Sam's mannequins stand alone
Or sometimes as two or three
But they always strike a quiet pose
Tall and elegant and always free

by Robert Augustin Regnier

(posted 12-12-14)


Heaven With Land-Mines

You're now entering the world
of love.
Breathe in the cologne-scented air,
but, beware!
It's heady; may choke you.
The aura is grand, initially.
But, soon, you are made aware the lovely land
has land-mines scattered everywhere.
Be careful;
You want to plunge ahead,
but, be oh so--wary.

Try to change direction;
the heady scent pulls you forward.
To heaven or hell?
You can't make up your mind.

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 12-12-14)

Be kinder than necessary...

Did that driver just cut you off in traffic?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle

Is your neighbor being disrespectful?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle.

Was the salesclerk rude to you today?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle

Is a co-worker making your life difficult?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle

Your siblings getting on your nerves?
Take a deep breath,
Say a prayer
Be kinder than necessary
because everyone is fighting some kind of battle

by Bev George

(posted 11-19-14)


No Baseball Tonight, So I
Grabbed A Bat, of Sorts

Audience-less, I step to
the plate, wagging my wooden wand.

'It's dark and late', say you, but I reply,
"That's the time the balls fly far.'

Dark is the creative person's mecca,
inner weather conditions perfect for travel.

The time when a poet zeroes in, using his or her
inner ear to swing freely.
No telling how high the object will ascend!

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 11-19-14)


So Much to Worry Over,
Still, Remnants To Savor

We may play our games under the shadow of doom.
Still, let the games be good ones until the whistle blows.
Why deem it silly to find joy in the trivial.?
Whatever we use to fill up our hearts with hope will do.

Let's not scoff at anyone else's dreams, even if seemingly
unlikely to attain.

Ride that rocking-horse.

If it quickens your heart-beat, let your face flush,
as the finish-line comes into view!

SOMEONE will have to be the winner; why not you?

by Nancee Cheffet

(posted 10-17-14)

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