Carolyn Gregory: Leaving the Theatre of Dreams (for Peter)
Tonight I walk through spring sadness, the nostalgia of dreams remembered and foregone, familiar places where we wrote our own epitaph, misspoken lines and rooms seen in the wrong light … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Come Play in the Milky Night
At the IHOP in Winchester one night, we were paying for our dinner when the young woman behind the cash register noticed that my young son was looking at something … Continue reading
Emily Dickinson: The Loneliness One dare not sound
The Loneliness One dare not sound—And would as soon surmiseAs in its Grave go plumbingTo ascertain the size— The Loneliness whose worst alarmIs lest itself should see—And perish from before … Continue reading
Abby Zimet: The Only Hope Is To Be The Daylight
Belatedly, we mourn the passing of W.S. Merwin, masterful poet as well as fierce environmentalist and defender of justice, who died in his sleep March 15 at his home on Maui, where over several … Continue reading
Louie Skipper: Which do crows find most ridiculous
Which do crows find most ridiculous, our laughter or our applause? Beware of the pelican that ignores you. Not yet having formed the waters what had God eaten … Continue reading
Judith A. Brice: Prolepsis of Emerald
On the calendar we see the bold square, marking the number 21 in March, marking our hope, our deep breath— 21, our emerald prolepsis, our brain’s fast synapse between withdrawal … Continue reading
Majid Naficy: Muddy Boots
in memory of Hossein Okhovat-Moqaddam I wash my old hiking boots And with the tip of my finger Brush their muddy treads. Oh, Dried mud! From which land do you … Continue reading
Sandy Solomon: Yalding, Kent
Inside my friends’ house (in the 18thcentury, a shop), I wake to the clank, clank, clank of the blacksmith’s hammer hard against iron, yellow orange, I imagine, from the forge. . … Continue reading
Robert Gibb: Enactments of Identity
Years ago the friend of a friend called me
A “Professional Irishman.” Fair enough.
Video: All Along the Watchtower — Playing for Change
I remember having a daydream about the opening acoustic guitar part of “All Along The Watchtower” ending with a Native American scream and a big native drum on the downbeat. … Continue reading
Audio: William Carlos Williams reads “Seafarer”
He invites the storm, he
lives by it!
Vincent Spina: Mangrove
The signs are all there: Mangroves their roots rising feet above the low tide muck of living in calligraphies of profound silence—fiddlers at their fierce game of mastery and mating— … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: In These Times
The fawn was lost, it seemed to me, stumbling through the foggy field and disappearing. I went after it, not knowing why, thought I might help somehow. Wanted to hold … Continue reading
Sandra McPherson: The Delicacy
for M.H. Friend, remember how you showed us beasts love beauty?We were wading in your lake with bluegills and you said,Be careful, you will lose your beauty marks . To … Continue reading
