by Jane Kenyon How long the winter has lasted—like a Mahler symphony, or an hour in the dentist’s chair. In the fields the grasses are matted and gray, making me think of June, […]
Walking Alone in Late Winter
Spring Lament
by Francesca Lia Block this spring is like that man in the white shirt radiating heat even from his thumbs standing so close we steal each other’s air a wedding band glaring […]
Maxine Kumin June 6, 1925 – February 6, 2014
Pulitzer Prize-winner and former U.S. Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin resided in Warner, New Hampshire, on Pobiz Farm, where she took her morning nude swim for decades. Morning Swim by Maxine Kumin Into […]
Mind-Body Problem
by Katha Pollitt When I think of my youth I feel sorry not for myself but for my body. It was so direct and simple, so rational in its desires, wanting to be […]
Ever-Daring, Ever-Playful Erica
An Astute and rave Review of Erica Dawson’s two books of poetry in Oxford American In “The Evolution of Erica Dawson,” Russell Willoughby writes, “Erica Dawson writes in assertive, sometimes defiant, declaratives. […]
“Reading the Letters of the Dead”
Reading the Letters of the Dead by Jennifer Michael Hecht Why were the dead so timid while they lived? In mind, they step in groans; toes en pointe to test the sand. […]
“Crossword”
by Sally Bliumis-Dunn The white and black squares promise order in the morning mess of mulling over the latest political morass, what’s on sale at Kohl’s, the book review. Each letter, shared, which […]
“The Newborns”
“The Newborns” by Kathryn Hunt All through the night, all through the long witless hallways of my sleep, from my hospital bed I heard the newborn babies cry, bewildered, between worlds, like new […]
GHAZAL: FREEDOM IN AMERICA
by Alicia Ostriker My grandfather’s pipe tobacco fragrance, moss-green cardigan, his Yiddish lullaby When I woke crying: three of my earliest memories in America Arriving on time for the first big war, […]
The Gloria Sirens 