The Anthem returned to Cal Poly this past weekend. Word.
Tag: poetry
ATOG celebrates Asian Pacific Islander Month with "SuperB"
ATOG features poet Brian “SuperB” Oliva” on May 7.
WriterSpeak welcomes award-winning poets to campus
WriterSpeak welcomes award-winning writers Pam Houston and Greg Glazner to Cal Poly on April 24.
LoverSpeak: Poetry reading event set for Tuesday
Whether you’re a cynic or a romantic, LoverSpeak has something for you this Valentine’s season.
High school students to raise the volume with "Poetry Out Loud"
Local students from nine county high schools will be memorizing and reciting poems for the chance to win the “Poetry Out Loud” contest on Feb. 6 at the San Luis Coastal Adult School.
Student’s ‘highly imagined’ poem takes Academy of American Poets contest
The soft glow of the moon and a porch light illuminated Madeleine Mori’s fingers as they tap-danced over the worn keys of her mother’s vintage typewriter.
SLO poet laureate is a man of the outdoors
When Jerry Douglas Smith was in high school, he hated poetry. He thought all poetry dealt with the teacher’s idea of the poem’s meaning, he said.
Top five slam poets who have visited Cal Poly
Aryn Sanderson asanderson@mustangdaily.net I asked George Watsky to my high school prom. I like to think he just never got the Myspace message. I wish I could say I’m low-key obsessed with slam poetry, but really I’m a slam slut. I watch slam videos like some women watch porn. A well-spoken soliloquy makes me sweat. And though […]
The Anthem aims to bring diverse, unfamiliar topics to Cal Poly
Portland-based slam poet Brian Ellis is a fan of performing to unfamiliar faces.
Academy of American Poets contest underway
It’s the opportunity to win a grand prize with stanzas full of color and creativity bursting off the page. But the clock is ticking.
A poet, an engineer, an author — but above all, he is himself
Allison Montroy amontroy@mustangdaily.net “When I was born, a pack of wolves was brought to its knees.” He takes a deep breath. “Frosted fur, whistling in the blizzard, they nosed at the mural painted by my mother’s blood and whimpered something beautiful … “ The words read like familiar friends — comfortable, worn, steady as they […]

