John Corrigan

April is National Poetry Month, and I didn't want the month to pass by without posting something historical thatI've written about Montrose. This poem is one of my favorites, and writing it, became a springboard for the rest of my poems about Montrose.

The Music

Elizabeth heard the sirens blaring, a clangor that drove her to the window of her city apartment to see the tires screeching down the street below. But there was nothing---not an ambulance, not a fire truck, not even a single police car. Her husband, comfortably reading the New York Times in his winged-back chair, sat …

Isaac Post, 1843

They say you changed, you defected--- joining the ranks of the county’s Anti-Slavery Society. But you stood tall, as your name suggests, committed to your conviction, regardless of any whipping words, at least that’s what I’ve gathered so far. Indeed, there were others before and after, and there will continue to be others, as has …