Martin Steingesser presents Fat Day – Poems and Commentary about Teaching Poetry

Photo by Sarah Sutter
Martin has been living, writing and teaching poetry in Maine since 1981. He was Portland’s First Poet Laureate, 2007-09. He has a number of poems and essays published in newspapers, magazines in Maine and beyond. A collection of his poems Brothers of Morning, is published by Deerbrook Editions (North Yarmouth, ME, July 2002).
He has participated in the Touring Artist program of the Maine Arts Commission and has presented to a wide range of audiences all over the state.
In Martin’s own words:
” Writing and presenting poems is a way I touch and make present a sense of grace I want in my life. I remember once being intrigued by Wallace Stevens saying poetry was a sacrament in life. It has come to that. There are moments I love poems I have made. When they are given, when windows, doors, walls blow off, and I am in a warm, boundless space with whoever is listening.”
Martin shared four poems at the conference. Below are two of them.

Photo by Sarah Sutter
China, Maine
Suddenly the rain stops.
All around the lake
trees and mountains quietly double.
Mottled trout swim among slender aspen
and birch.
A cricket chirps like six,
the brook rushes louder.
Yet only the highest branches
in the tallest maple stir.
A leaf falls,
another,
then many—
one never knows.
Some breeze enters
the heart’s ear,
ruffling its red fur.
In the grass
among yellow and red leaves
the old life sings.
Martin Steingesser
Copyright © 1986 Martin Steingesser
And my favorite of the morning….

Photo by Sarah Sutter
“Whatever You Want,”
I tell this fourth grader, who wants to know what to do.
“In my poem,” I say, “gorilla is spelled r-o-s-e.”
He is bewildered. Everyone
has started writing, even the friends he was fooling with.
Now he is a out there with no support, unsure
which way to go.
“A rose is not a gorilla,” he says.
“I spell it how I want,” I tell him.
“This is startin’ to sound
like one of those stories,” he says.
“Just wait — ” I write on the page between us,
“I spell Brandon, S-u-p-e-r-h-e-r-o.”
“I’m a Superhero,” he laughs, and adds, “I spell fox, Y-M-V-L-E!”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says, pleased with himself.
“Hummingbird Junction,” I throw back.
“Dirty recess,” he says, heating up,
beginning to sound like one of those beat poets.
I pitch again — “Cross-eyed sharpshooters.”
“Sumo wrestlers,” he says, eyes narrowing.
“Okay, bail out,” I say, folding our paper into an airplane
and sticking it in the backpack on his desk. He looks at me.
“Ha!” I say,
“I just stuffed your pack with a gorilla, a rose, Superhero, sharpshooters,
sumo wrestlers, your fox and one Y-M-V-L-E.”
The other kids,
also finished, start queuing up for lunch. Brandon is digging
in his pack after the poem, which — who knows — just might fly.
Martin Steingesser
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Copyright © 2000 Passaic County Community College ; Copyright © 1998, 2000 & 2002 Martin Steingesser
If you were there you know that it was a pleasure to have Martin participate in the conference. Please post your comments below. You can learn more about Martin by going to his website Windspooning (www.martinsteingesser.com) and contact him at windspooning@yahoo.com.