poetry
“Elegy for My Mother,” a poem by Ann Quinn.

“Elegy for My Mother,” a poem by Ann Quinn.

Life, death, transfiguration. “It was to be a good death, a clean death, a loving death …” — 1. October 11, 1970   I am in my first-grade classroom in Lexington Park, Maryland. The teacher has made a space capsule from a card table and blanket. Inside are two children picked to be astronauts, a boy...
“Singing Lauridsen’s ‘Lux Aeterna’ in the First Rehearsal,” a poem by Stuart Gunter.

“Singing Lauridsen’s ‘Lux Aeterna’ in the First Rehearsal,” a poem by Stuart Gunter.

Learning to sing the sublime. “We knew the presence of significant things …” To read this feature as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop … or scroll down to read it in plain text. This poem is also available, in slightly different format, on Medium. 0 Singing Lauridsen’s Lux Aeterna in the First Rehearsal We knew...
"83rd St. North Notebook," a poem by Ann Quinn.

“83rd St. North Notebook,” a poem by Ann Quinn.

A visit to a childhood landscape. “The appliances immortal, the furniture arranged in 1946 …” To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop. Or simply scroll down to reach the plain-text version. Featured image: Jonathan Machen: Living Room, Los Alamos, New Mexico. Pen-and-ink with digitized color.   – 83rd St. Notebook –...
“Hide & Seek,” a poem by Carol Matos. A child is a galaxy.

“Hide & Seek,” a poem by Carol Matos. A child is a galaxy.

“I follow your trail, the scent of morning dreams sliding into awake …” This feature is available, in slightly different format, on Medium. To enjoy this poem as a broadside, drag the image to your desktop and print or expand it. Or just scroll down and read it as plain text. sk k Hide & Seek – From...
“A Couple In,” a poem by Jenny Gillespie Mason.

“A Couple In,” a poem by Jenny Gillespie Mason.

Love at the end. “the two pulses stayed, mixed up, so much brighter …” A Couple In    —– —–I am one of the two who all those years did not find much to repel the mixing of our pulses    —– They stayed not as one firm rhythm  —– —– —– but together in fits like happily neglected green...