Cousin Jonathan Squints Southward
When September Sun crosses the crosswalk at State & Center and through my south-faced screen -I know it must be the 21st. Dodging between turning maples, glancing off the deli’s…
When September Sun crosses the crosswalk at State & Center and through my south-faced screen -I know it must be the 21st. Dodging between turning maples, glancing off the deli’s…
kind-of-backward, running from my baking shift down to the farmer’s in Easthampton. Harvesting the winter wheat today, down by the Manhan River. Bottom- land -so bottom spots got flooded out…
the Pope’s loss is my gain, it seems: this old dough mixer pulled out of a boarded-up church (St-Dominic’s) up on State Street in Portland. I imagine a 40-year apprenticeship…
a year and a half since the buildings fell and here we are re-building the whole thing (in 10 minutes or less) inside a jazz club in Boston. Not a…
Stuck again on Calvin’s ever- widening bridge to nowhere the motor idling, the radio moaning, the bumper in front of me extolling car-less ideals that fade and jade in a…
William is the First Bass Man, Hamid holds down the battery with those solid sticks. The trumpet covers the infield, the sax plays plays out -way out. Eri Yamamoto plays…
While some folks claim that the bakery’s just an elaborate front for a vanity press, it IS true that one of our (unofficial) mottos is: "$6 a poem and you…
Art Opening by Cheryl Maffie Poetry by Jonathan Stevens and Christie Svane. Music by Bill O’Haire October 4, 2014, 7:30pm at The Blue Guitar in Easthampton, Massachusetts. ($10-15, byob)