The RCAH Center for Poetry at MSU

The RCAH Center for Poetry at MSU Home of the Wheelbarrow Books Poetry Prize. Inciting the reading, writing, & discussion of poetry.

The Center for Poetry opened in the fall of 2007 to encourage the reading, writing, and discussion of poetry and to create an awareness of the place and power of poetry in our everyday lives. We think about this in a number of ways, including through readings, performances, community outreach, and workshops. We believe that poetry is and should be fun, accessible, and meaningful. We are at work building a poetry community in the Greater Lansing area and beyond.

Thanks to the Impact for covering the Blurred Realities Poetry Slam! We are thrilled to be a part of this annual slam at...
04/27/2026

Thanks to the Impact for covering the Blurred Realities Poetry Slam! We are thrilled to be a part of this annual slam at the MSU Michigan State University Museum hosted by Natasha T Miller. Congrats to student poets Charisma Holly and Jeremiah Young-Walker, and Truth the Poet for placing! We're proud of all our student interns who participated, including Jeremiah, Gabrielle, Juno, and Frank, and also happy to see former student intern Jillian Bowe!

On April 9, the MSU Museum brought National Poetry Month to life with the “Blurred Realities” poetry slam. Drawing inspiration from the museum’s “Blurred Realities” exhibition, the event encouraged audiences...

Today at 3 pm, Erickson Kiva!
04/17/2026

Today at 3 pm, Erickson Kiva!

This Week! Join us Wednesday as we welcome Thomas Lynch and Julia McConnell for a reading and reception. Tom will also a...
03/31/2026

This Week! Join us Wednesday as we welcome Thomas Lynch and Julia McConnell for a reading and reception. Tom will also announce the winner of the Balocating Undergraduate Prize for Poetry. That's at 7 p.m. in the RCAH Theater, Snyder-Phillips Hall. Details here: https://poetry.rcah.msu.edu/events/wb-presents-2026.html

Then at 2 p.m. Thursday, he'll give a talk at the East Lansing Public Library on "Genre Bending." There are a few seats remaining. Details, including a registration link, are available here: https://poetry.rcah.msu.edu/events/lynch-craft-talk-2026.html

Poem of the Week: “Dancing in the Dark” by torrin a. greathouse.Happy (almost) Transgender Day of Visibility! 🩵🩷🤍~~~“Dan...
03/30/2026

Poem of the Week: “Dancing in the Dark” by torrin a. greathouse.

Happy (almost) Transgender Day of Visibility! 🩵🩷🤍

~~~

“Dancing in the Dark” by torrin a. greathouse.

After Bruce Springsteen.

I spent summer cloistered behind the curtain of my room, chest wrapped in stolen bra & panicked sweat. Woke each morning, ribs check-marked with the red echo of skin’s dreaming—what it might become. First learned the failures of my body in what a lover abandoned. Saw, in her discarded clothes, my chest as absence. Sold the whole season on a dream of looking like someone else. Danced with a candle’s soft pirouette of smoke, Springsteen crackling in the speakers like harsh light across a mirror’s torn silver skin. He sings “Come on, baby” “this town” “’ll be carving you up” “you gotta stay” “baby” “I’m sick of ” “this” & I wanna sing back, finish this broken lyric: “body.” I let the song play over & over, ’til Bruce’s voice fails him. I wanna press my lips to the hole his voice has burned in the dark & ask him if he ever stopped wanting to change. I stand in my bathroom with all the lights off, clothed in nothing but the word “man,” the first lie I ever stripped off my tongue. I shave down to my scalp. Each strand ignites, hair of brilliant wicks, stubble to sparks, lighting my face, leaving a silhouette of ash.

I spent summer ███ behind the curtain of my █████ panicked
sweat ███ each morning checked ███ the ██ skin ██████▌
███ my ████████ lover abandoned. Saw ██████████
my chest ███████████ looking like █████████████
██▌a candle ██████████ in the ██████ mirror ████▌
███ I wanna ████ finish this ███▌broken▐▌“body.” ████
██████ over & over, ███████ I ██ press my lips to ███
█ the dark & ask █████ to change. █ stand in my bathroom █
lights off, clothed in █████ “man,” the first lie █████████
of █▌my tongue. ██ I shave ██ my ███ hair ██████ to sparks
████ my █ face ███████ ash. ████
 

 
“Check █ my ██ look ███ in the ███
mirror █ I wanna ██ change ▌My ███
█ clothe █ s █ my █ hair ██ my face”  █

~~~

Poem retrieved from poetryfoundation.org.

We're delighted to share this bonus Poem-of-the-Week by Michigan Poet Laureate Melba Joyce Boyd, who will give a reading...
11/13/2025

We're delighted to share this bonus Poem-of-the-Week by Michigan Poet Laureate Melba Joyce Boyd, who will give a reading Friday evening at the East Lansing Public Library and will open Saturday's Poets' Roundtable at the Library of Michigan. Check the LinkTree in our profile for more info.

The Bass is Woman by Melba Joyce Boyd

for Marion Hayden

At a left—
angled tilt
adjacent to
her throat,
Marion mind—
melds with this
magnificent
instrument.

Lithe, swift
fingers
restringing
eighth notes
in cut time
against
bare-knuckle
restraints
releasing stress
from neck
past breasts
through a
navel leading
into a womb
gifting violet
riffs like sweet
rose water
brimming inside

uninhibited
thick hips
that swing
and sway,
dancing on
ripples of
unreachable
prayers.

Her brown
curves ground
earth tones
at the base
of rhythm—
the back-
bone of song.

The bass
is woman.

©Melba Joyce Boyd. From “Respect: The Poetry of Detroit Music,” MSU Press, 2020.

Our poem of the week is They Don't Love You Like I Love You by Natalie DiazThey Don’t Love You Like I Love youMy mother ...
11/04/2025

Our poem of the week is They Don't Love You Like I Love You by Natalie Diaz

They Don’t Love You Like I Love you

My mother said this to me
long before Beyoncé lifted the lyrics
from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs,

and what my mother meant by
Don’t stray was that she knew
all about it—the way it feels to need

someone to love you, someone
not your kind, someone white,
some one some many who live

because so many of mine
have not, and further, live on top of
those of ours who don’t.

I’ll say, say, say,
I’ll say, say, say,
What is the United States if not a clot

of clouds? If not spilled milk? Or blood?
If not the place we once were
in the millions? America is Maps—

Maps are ghosts: white and
layered with people and places I see through.
My mother has always known best,

knew that I’d been begging for them,
to lay my face against their white
laps, to be held in something more

than the loud light of their projectors
as they flicker themselves—sepia
or blue—all over my body.

All this time,
I thought my mother said, Wait,
as in, Give them a little more time

to know your worth,
when really, she said, Weight,
meaning heft, preparing me

for the yoke of myself,
the beast of my country’s burdens,
which is less worse than

my country’s plow. Yes,
when my mother said,
They don’t love you like I love you,

she meant,
Natalie, that doesn’t mean
you aren’t good.

*Includes lyrics from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs song “Maps.”

Copyright © 2019 by Natalie Diaz. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

Natalie Diaz was born on September 4, 1978, and raised in the Fort Mojave Indian Village in Needles, California, on the banks of the Colorado River. Mojave and an enrolled member of the Gila River Indian Tribe, she received her BA and MFA from Old Dominion University.
Diaz is the author of Postcolonial Love Poem (Graywolf Press, 2020), winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry and a finalist for both the National Book Award and the Forward Prize in Poetry, and When My Brother Was an Aztec (Copper Canyon Press, 2012), winner of an American Book Award.
She teaches in the MFA program at Arizona State University and lives in Phoenix.

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