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The List, Seagulls, & Paul Guest Shouting [by Lindsay Daigle]
When I was little, I liked to make lists of things: sports I liked to play, bands/singers I liked to listen to, R.L. Stein books I’ve read and have yet to read. It was…
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Wedding Poems & Piles of Books in the Living Room [by Lindsay Daigle]
When a dear friend asks you to read a poem at her wedding, the “Of course!” response is full of glee and honor, but also pressure and panic – at least, for me. This…
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Who Will Conclude Our Crowd-Sourced Sonnet?
We need line 14. . . Please submit your candidate here The sonnet so far: How like a prison is my cubicle,And yet how far my mind can freely roam:From gaol to Jerusalem, Hell…
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All those Young Lives Betrayed [by Charles Coe]
In Sharon, Vermont, a quiet little spot off I-89, about an hour shy of Montpelier, sits the Vermont Vietnam Veterans Memorial. I had time to stop so I decided to take look, winding my…
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“Stanza My Stone!” Cried No One On Any Sort Of Regular Basis [by Lindsay Daigle]
I like to terrify my students with what imagery is capable of. Moving past the “red as a rose” and “hot like summer” kinds of images is certainly at least one full 75-minute Introduction…
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The Fourth Annual New York City Poetry Festival: July 26 & 27
250 poets. 5 boroughs. 2 days. ONE CITY. The fourth annual New York City Poetry Festival promises to be bigger and better than ever, with over 60 poetry organizations and 250 poets participating on…
