Friday, November 28, 2014

Demaree Poetry Programs

January 15--February 19, 2015
Access to Contemporary Poetry seminar
Shepherd's Center--Christ United Methodist Church
Greensboro, N.C.

Thursday, February 5, 2015
Ex Libris Book Club
Greensboro, N.C.

April--June 2015
Access to Contemporary Poetry seminars
Shepherd's Center--First Baptist Church
Greensboro, N.C.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Reading for Wolfeboro Camp School
Wolfeboro, N,.H.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Poetry Society of New Hampshire
Gibson's Bookstore

Monday, May 12, 2014


In his third book-length collection, Robert Demaree returns to the Lakes Region of New Hampshire, to the place and time of life he calls “Golden Pines,” and to other stops along the way. Now, as shadows begin to lengthen, he shows us again the bittersweet, ironic poetry located in the experiences of everyday living, which critics and editors have found imbued with a quiet wisdom, patient precision, a gift for describing the rituals of place, a mastery of diction and voice, and an art that presents a briefly stable moment in delicate relief, poems in which we feel at home, that “demand further consideration.”

“Bob Demaree speaks not only with the wisdom of age, but with the wisdom of the ages.He sees beneath the joys and sorrows of this being human and is able to capture the essence of it in one-liners you rarely expect. Whether he’s closing up a cottage on the lake, attending a friend’s funeral or watching his grandchildren learn to paddle a kayak, his words place you precisely wherever there is and make you feel it. The tenor of his writing, like the accuracy of Cupid’s arrows, rarely misses hitting the heart.”---Barbara Bald, author of Drive-Through Window and Running on Empty.

Robert Demaree is the author of two book-length collections of poems, including Mileposts (2009), and two chapbooks; he has had almost 700 poems published or accepted by more than 150 periodicals. A retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire, he has also written a history of Greensboro Day School.

Available from

Beech River Books

or from the author:
$13.00 plus $3.00 shipping &  handling
2080 Sullivan Park Circle
Burlington, NC 27215
(336) 584-3022
June through October:
PO Box 1314
Wolfeboro, NH 03894
(603) 569-1905


Friday, May 9  10:00 a.m.
Twin Lakes Community
Burlington, N.C.

Thursday, June 19  7:00 p.m.
Effingham Public Library
Effingham, N.H.

Monday, July 14    6:00 p.m.
Conway Library
Conway, N.H.

Tuesday, August 12  7:00 p.m.
Gibson's Bookstore
Concord, N.H.

Tuesday, August 26  7:00 p.m.
Wolfeboro Library
Wolfeboro, N.H.

Wednesday, September 10   6:30 p.m.
Water Street Books
Exeter, N.H.

Tuesday, October 7    7:30 p.m.
Moultonborough Library
Moultonborough, N.H.


January--February 2015
April--June 2015
Access to Contemporary Literature
Six-week classes, Shepherd's Center
Greensboro, N.C.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Poetry Society of New Hampshire
Gibson's Bookstore
Concord, N.H.
7:00 p.m.

"Detachable Collars" Places First in Gilman Library Contest

"Detachable Collars: Summer 1956" has received first place in the 2014 Poet's Tea Poetry Contest, sponsored by the Gilman Library in Farmington, N.H.


He had owned the laundry
Where I worked, summers of my college years,
Passed it on to a nephew
But would still come in
About ten o’clock
And walk around the steamy room,
Greeting the girls, he called them,
At the mangle, a flirtatious grin
For the one who took the third fold.
Then he would repair to his ancient, private press
And—slowly, carefully—finish
The detachable collars that a few
Fellow octogenarians still wore,
Weekly packages mailed from Biddeford, Maine.

Weary, he’d sit in the office,
Reading the Laundryman’s Journal,
Out of Joliet, Illinois,
And murmur, to no one in particular,
Heard only by the young bookkeeper,
Who did not have long to live,
As it happened,
So much work to get out, he sighed;
So much work.

He went quietly one August night.
That morning we took a few hours off,
Dale, the washman, and I,
Awkward in our only suits,
But came back in at two o’clock:

So much work to get out. 

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

June 2013: Poems Recognized

Two recent poems have received recognition in contests sponsored by the Poetry Society of New Hampshire and the Burlington Writers Club.


I ascribe human attributes,
To our cottage on the pond,
And why not:
Four generations of
Idiosyncratic postures,
Favorite chairs,
The smiles of grandsons
Around each corner,
In every splash off the dock,
Scent of decades of pine rooms,
My father’s shaving brush,
Memories in other artifacts
We did not buy.

So when we leave,
Packing up board games
Along with Beth’s shy grin,
We ease out onto the lane,
Regret visceral
Until about the Massachusetts line.
The cottage, at first forlorn,
Has figured out what’s going on,
Recognizes the red kayak,
An intruder in the guest room,
But, relaxing under its cover of
Newspaper, moth balls,
Frayed bedspreads,
Like an old bear we know,
Dozes off for the winter.

First Place, Spring 2013 Contest

Poetry Society of New Hampshire


My lesson was before school.
My father waited in the car,
Smoke from his Lucky Strike
Clouding the windshield of our ’48 Plymouth,
Against a gray January sky
In Pennsylvania
We did not know to call it the Rust Belt then.
My spinster teacher walked about
Her Victorian row house,
Checking on an invalid mother
And calling out to me,
“I hear wrong notes.”
The house smelled of cooked vegetables,
Even at 7:30
When Teddi Kalakos came for her lesson.
She and I played a duet once,
K.P.E. Bach, it may have been.
Her family ran a restaurant;
She may have inherited it—I don’t know,
One of many threads of the plot
Lost over time.
Once a year Miss Edna would take us
Into Philadelphia, the Reading Railroad
More than a Monopoly card,
Elegant iron horse, cold coal-smoke dawn,
Dutch trainmen in shiny blue suits
Calling out the station stops:
Royersford, Conshohocken.
She let us shop at Gimbel’s,
Have lunch at Bookbinder’s,
Wasted on 12-year-olds,
And took us to the Academy of Music,
The children’s concert,
Peter and the Wolf, no doubt.
Years, years later
My mother asked if I remembered
Seeing Ormandy conduct.

First Place, 2013 Poetry Contest
Burlington Writers Club (Alamance, Caswell, Chatham, Durham, Guilford, Orange, Randolph and Rockingham County, which includes Greensboro, Durham and Chapel Hill))