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 …