The Poets' Favorite Season

by Dan Hitchens

If autumn is the poets’ favorite season, it is because autumn catches us in between, regretting and hoping, seeing the seed fall and imagining its growth.  Continue Reading »

25 Nov 2019

Fermata

by Jared Carter

Let us go then, up the long stairs            and down the hall,Through rooms in which a storm of air            electrical Takes hold, and windows fill with light           that strips awayThe darkness, . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Nov 2019

Cutting Down Chrysanthemums

by Cynthia Erlandson

“What we call the beginning is often the endAnd to make an end is to make a beginning.The end is where we start from.”              —T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets (“Little Gidding”) The end is where we start from. This last choreOf Autumn must be . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Nov 2019

A Poet’s-Eye View

by Moriah Speciale

Maryann Corbett’s latest collection of poetry presents readers with a pedestrian’s perspective on the world, revealing just how assiduously a poet is always paying attention. Continue Reading »

24 Oct 2019

​A Conversation with Maryann Corbett

by Maryann Corbett

A. M. Juster interviews Maryann Corbett on the process and inspiration behind her poetry.  Continue Reading »

1 Oct 2019

Deer Appear

by Jeffrey Bilbro

Early in the morning deer appearout of the dark, a flicker of eyes.They allow me to get quite near, then vanish noiseless in the brush—like stars over a busy city—like lines that come in midnight’s hush and are gone at dawn—like a whirlwind that scoopsup trash from a parking lot, . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Oct 2019

But What of Us?

by Joseph Mirra

The saints are quick to give their hearts awayAt every gentle prodding from above,And bear the scars that visit mortal clayThat dares to venture near God’s burning love.So grateful for the price that has been paidTo change mankind’s infernal destiny,They joyously accept the holy tradeOf . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Oct 2019

A Distant Purple

by Paul Mariani

Mid-September, dear woman, and the monarchlights once more upon the purple panopliedbutterfly bush in the now-decaying garden,as it has for these past thirty Septembers. And once again, like the softest breeze, I feelyour gentle presence and lift my open handtoward it, toward you, hoping for a sign, . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Oct 2019

Mitzvah

by Paul Mariani

A Saturday night, late February. Eileen and mein the back of the cramped car, Julie driving,Bruce riding shotgun. We’re heading downto Amherst for an evening of Borscht Belt vaudeville,Fifty Shades of Oy Vey at the local Jewish temple,and Julie’s taking all the back roads, so that, thoughI’ve . . . . Continue Reading »

1 Oct 2019

Heaven Is Above Me

by John Wilson

Jane Tyson Clement's life and poetry are given the attention they deserve in Veery Huleatt's biography. Continue Reading »

6 Sep 2019