Gorham campus parking ban begins at 8 pm Wednesday
A Gorham Campus parking ban will begin at 8 pm Wednesday (2/22/17) for lots G20, G13a, and GS1 to allow for snow removal. It will continue until 8 am Thursday (2/23/17). Cars left in prohibited lots may be towed at the owner's expense. For more information, click here.
Apply to Stonecoast Ireland - Deadline is May 22, 2013
Applications are being accepted until 22 May 2013 for the 16th Stonecoast in Ireland residency which will be held in Howth, County Dublin, from 16 to 23 January 2014. Any current student or alumni who is interested should contact Ted Deppe at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Monday, May 13th - Stonecoast MFA Reading: Celebrating Ten Years
Join the staff at Newtonville Books for an evening of readings by alumni of University of Southern Maine’s Stonecoast MFA Writing Program, now in its tenth year, including: Eugenio Volpe (author of the forthcoming novella KING JAMES), Cal Armistead (author of the new YA novel BEING HENRY DAVID), Richard Cambridge (Curator of Poet’s Theater and author of PULSA) and Mihku Paul (author of the new poetry collection, 20th CENTURY POWWOW PLAYGROUND).
Stonecoast Student Kathleen Cerveny named Cleveland Heights' 2013-2014 Poet Laureate
A Northeast Ohio native, Cerveny is a 1969 graduate of the Cleveland Institute of Art, and worked professionally as a ceramic artists for more than 20 years. She helped found the Coventry Street Arts Fair in the 1970s, and throughout the 1980s served as a trustee and president of Ohio Craftsmen, a statewide service organization for professional craft media artists.
A Feast of Stonecoast Poetry for National Poetry Month
This month’s Stonecoast Reading Series event will feature poet and Stonecoast alum Richard Cambridge, who will read from his work as well as the work of fellow Stonecoast writers and other favorite poets. Wednesday, April 24th, 7:00pm at Local Sprouts 649 Congress Street, Portland.
“A Mother Who Played Mozart” by Boman Desai, this week on the Stonecoast Faculty Blog
When I was a child I would crawl under my bed, with my gilt-edged copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales and a flashlight, to read. I felt adventurous hidden from the world behind the counterpane, snug as if I were in cave as I pored over stories illustrated with toothpick fairies and anthropomorphic animals. My mother would be practicing the piano, indefatigably repeating bars, mostly by Mozart, whom she found divine.