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	Writing and presenting poems is a way I touch and make present a sense of grace I want in my life. There are moments I love in poems I have made– when they are given, when windows, doors, walls blow off, and I am in a warm, boundless space with whoever is listening.
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	<p>Writing and presenting poems is a way I touch and make present a sense of grace I want in my life. There are moments I love in poems I have made– when they are given, when windows, doors, walls blow off, and I am in a warm, boundless space with whoever is listening.</p>
	<p>Nourished in Maine&#8217;s northern light since 1981, I present poems throughout New England, including New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut and New York, sometimes <i>Al Alimon</i> with my partner, performance artist Judy Tierney.</p>
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	<p>&#8220;Martin Steingesser&#8217;s poems articulate the many seasons of the heart– joy, outrage, longing, whimsy, sadness,&#8221; said Baron Wormser, one of Maine&#8217;s Poet Laureates, of his book <i>Brothers of Morning</i>. &#8220;A burning, tender voice that rejoices in the ungainly splendors of human feeling.&#8221;</p>
	<p>&#8220;He is a musician and acrobat,&#8221; says Laure-Anne Bosselaar, &#8220;his book ablaze with imagination.&#8221;</p>
	<p>His poems have been published in a broad spectrum, from national magazines, newspapers and zines, like The Sun, The Progressive, The New York Times and Garrison Keillor&#8217;s Writers Almanac, to poetry journals, such as Inkwell, Tiferet Journal, Janus Head and The American Poetry Review.</p>
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