It’s All One MORE Thing: Stone Soup
When I first moved to Beantown I lived on South Russell St . at the base of the poor side of Beacon Hill so it was right down Cambridge Street [...]
When I first moved to Beantown I lived on South Russell St . at the base of the poor side of Beacon Hill so it was right down Cambridge Street [...]
Psalm 139, ( Elliot House) Birth Day - 1 When I awoke, I didn't know You, though You had crafted me from dust, to flesh and bone. One day, in [...]
The Odessa Steps of course film lies crops and cuts, freezes moments immemoriably and stretches the simple into the measurelessly implausible frame by frame the movies go frame by an [...]
Van Gogh Soliloquy this I have to offer you without a tree I am pinned and bleed remarkably painless The shred of ear still pink blood hot on my neck, [...]
Jack Powers, in the form of an urn all dark and wonder colored which somehow still contained his ashes, fell upon the stage floor and then his portrait seemingly in [...]
Howdy Hibbings you can’t get the bubblegum out of your hair even with a music-minus-one score for clarinet which you whistle between runs for the flourishing numbers racket or delousing [...]
Poetic Heroes for Jack Powers A poem is always forced to begin yet words are not a birth announcement poetry is not a baby picture of wonder and purity of [...]
National Poetry Month Burnout is upon us. And it feels soooooo good! Join us for another episode of our podcast as Chad Parenteau, Toni Bee and Jason Wright return exhausted to [...]