Suich writes: "Check out the bright red fire hydrant at the NE corner of 1st NE and NE 42nd...and newly planted grass! I love this idea!" So we drove to the spot Thursday evening (My foot is in a cast, so don't judge on the drive part) to check it out and snap a pic: On our way home, my husband pointed out the Poem Bench on Eastern at 40th St. A little faded, but still very quaint. I pulled a poem from one of…
Congratulations to Emma Snavely, a fifth-grader at John Stanford International School, who took second place in a national creative writing competition sponsored by the American Immigration Council. The American Immigration Council asked fifth-grade students to write about why they were glad America is a nation of immigrants, and encouraged entrants to share their personal experiences, family histories, or their views on the challenges incoming immigrants face when they arrive in the U.S. Emma wrote two very moving poems titled "Crossing the Line" and…
Matt Lerner's brother is giving a reading at Open Books (2414 N 45th St) this Friday night at 7:30 pm. Now, ordinarily, when Ben Lerner gives readings, the press starts off by noting that the Fulbright scholar won the Hayden Carruth prize for his cycle of 52 sonnets, The Lichtenberg Figures, or that his second book, Angle of Yaw, was a finalist for the National Book Award in 2006, or perhaps that Library Journal named The Lichtenberg Figures one of the…
"There is a word for this but I can't remember it, a word for the sky in balance . . ." "As Light As Dark", Megan Snyder-Camp Did you realize there is a secret conclave of poets in Wallingford? The fact that we have one of only two all-poetry bookstores in the nation ought to clue you in, but I actually met one the other night in the Tangletown Pub who revealed they meet there occasionally to talk about their work…
It's 3 a.m. and you're starting to feel the jones. Your personal stash of Longfellow is long gone, your tomes of Emerson worked over ragged. Heck, you've even thumbed through your girlfriend's Dickinson, surfed the Internet for cheap haiku, but you've still got an empty, hungry pit in your stomach. You need it, you need it now: poetry. Fortunately, you live in Wallingford, which is home to no fewer than three, count them three, separate places where you can enjoy poetry…
There's a new bit of poetry in the little stage set outside of 4059 Latona Ave, and it struck our fancy. #13 A bee thumps against the dusy window, falls to the sill,climbs back up, buzzing;falls again;and does this over and over.If only he would climb higher!the top half of the window isopen. Bunch Grass by Robert Sund Despite the fact that it reads very much like prose with extra line breaks, we appreciate the simple scene, simply painted. Stop by…