Tag: Dudley Randall

  • UDM’s New Black Box Theatre Hosts Its First Poetry Reading with Michigan Poet Laureate Dr. Melba Joyce Boyd

    UDM’s New Black Box Theatre Hosts Its First Poetry Reading with Michigan Poet Laureate Dr. Melba Joyce Boyd

    On Saturday, September 27th, the University of Detroit Mercy’s newly opened Black Box Theatre hosted its first poetry reading with Dr. Melba Joyce Boyd. A writer and academic, Dr. Boyd is Michigan’s third poet laureate and currently holds the position of Distinguished Professor of African American Studies at Wayne State University. She has authored a…

  • Michigan Poet Laureate Melba Joyce Boyd Comes to UDM!

    Michigan Poet Laureate Melba Joyce Boyd  Comes to UDM!

    As part of this year’s 2025 Homecoming festivities, Michigan’s new Poet Laureate Melba Joyce Boyd will offer a poetry reading in University of Detroit Mercy’s brand new Black Box Theatre! This event is free and open to the public. An official stop on the 2025 Michigan Poet Laureate Tour, the reading is sponsored by the…

  • Artist’s Statement: “The Girl I Used to Be”

    Artist’s Statement: “The Girl I Used to Be”

    Read the winner of this year’s Dudley Randall Poetry Prize, “The Girl I Used to Be,” and an artist statement by poet Sam Gillmore.

  • Dudley Randall Poetry Exhibit

    In recognition of National Poetry Month, the University of Detroit Mercy’s English Department has curated an exhibit at the McNichols Campus Library honoring Dudley Randall and the annual poetry prize the department sponsors in his memory. Now in its 53rd year, the Dudley Randall Poetry Prize continues Randall’s legacy of amplifying creative voices within the…

  • Adia Palmer–Moving

    Adia Palmer’s poem “Moving” was a submission for the 52nd annual Dudley Randall Poetry Prize at University of Detroit Mercy. We were honored to have her as a member of the English department family.

  • The Crown Jewel, by Mehar Soni

    Dudley Randall Poetry Prize Winner (1st Prize), 2022 The Crown Jewel My mother used to braid my hair;her seasoned hands untangling my dark waves.The percussion of the rain against the window;a perfect counterpoint to her lilting voice. With each pass of the comb, she wove a fairytale.Stories of how she met my father laced into…

  • What They Don’t Tell You About Suicide, by Aly Porcerelli

    Dudley Randall Poetry Prize Winner (3rd Prize), 2022 I’ve spent my life being easily impressed.So when I overdosed on my bedroom floorOn lamotrigine, blood and tearsI couldn’t help but admireThe way the room started to shakeOr how my frail fingers could still dial 911;How life only exists in patterns,O, what a wicked cycle.I laid weary…

  • A Monologue in the Drive-thru, by Jeremy St. Martin

    Dudley Randall Poetry Prize Winner (2nd Prize), 2022 I think that will be it. Just rub the chip, sometimes the card gets fussy…there it is. Thanks. Hey, can I get a couple of napkins? Also, my dad is dead. Like just now, dead. We pulled him off a vent–it wasn’t Covid related, so don’t worry,…