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Poetry is our salvation. By Austin Allen James Are we the jazz worthy of the Harlem River?Is the riff kind? We do not understand forever—onlynow. Human gospel lives in black … Continue Reading Frozen Boots and Boiling Lakes
The poem “Poetry” by Marianne Moore is a great and fascinating poem for a number of reasons. Just generally this is an excellent poem in regard to the discord it … Continue Reading Poetry: The Gold Standard of Revision
I write the majority of these blogs on Sunday evenings or midday Mondays when I am at work. A couple of days a week I work on campus at my … Continue Reading Library Distractions
By Corbett Buchly the night comes in like a broom brushing away the grasps of sun with streaks of moon ribbon and void grins of empty space the night is … Continue Reading the night is not what you think
Last week was the awaited breath of relief for most college students who started their spring break. I remember thinking that before I came to college spring break was supposed … Continue Reading Spring Break Procrastination
The poem “When You Are Old” by William Butler Yeats is a great example of how poetry can be simple but also incredibly beautiful. For a poem published in 1893 … Continue Reading When You Are Old: Yeats is Something Else
The poem “Gertrude Stein” by Mina Loy is a brief yet beautiful homage to the poem’s namesake. The poem is a single sentence, only nine short lines, but a lot … Continue Reading Gertrude Stein: Mina Loy Was Concise
One of the things I love most about living in Farmington is that it reminds me very much of Stars Hollow (which is the town where the Gilmore Girls reside). … Continue Reading A Stars Hollow Spring
By Richard Schreck Clinging to the nearest seat back for support, Marta Novak stood in the crowded aisle as the metro train descended below street level. Strangers’ bodies pressed in. … Continue Reading The Metro
By Allyson Petrek The instruction pamphlet says to dip the stick in for five seconds. Then, wait three minutes, no more than five. Because if you didn’t time things correctly, … Continue Reading Three Minutes
By Eben Lee Thomas Five deer tense in dense bright airof backyard hung between full moonand snow-pack. The short-horned buck staresat road, at dry-line, at house, and I in my … Continue Reading Deer Stand
By William Miller In a green, humpbacked late 50’s car, we were always driving but never seemed to get anywhere. My dad smoked like most people breathed, never let a … Continue Reading Home
By William Miller They remain, always, unknown continents where coastlines might be seen, touched, never the interior growth, the tall, foreboding trees or the caves between the rocks. And when … Continue Reading Other People
for Jon By Anthony Botti I do not remember what I was like before you. Early mornings, you swim in the sharp, nurturing surf. Our thirty-year relationship is like this … Continue Reading Winter Shoreline in Miami
the crocus at the end of winter By Anthony Botti So early, it’s almost dark. It’s nearly time now. I have lost my concentration in one of the coldest winters … Continue Reading Thaw in the Berkshires
Yes, really clotheslines. The poem “Ode to the Clothesline” by Kwame Dawes means a lot to me because it was one of the first poems where I felt like I … Continue Reading Ode to the Clothesline: Really, Clotheslines…