This week's post is a beautiful poem by Jennifer Maloney called "How Long." Maloney was recently a featured poet at Pink Arrow Arts for their Poets on the Porch series.
Here's one more poem for April, National Poetry Month, and especially for these "damp and foggy" days in the northern tier of Pennsylvania.
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 Yellow of Forsythia
When winter grows in me and I stir in the morning at the least word in anger at what I have done and what my children do I search and hope for longer days where the light rings with new life I yearn for the yellow of forsythia that blooms beside our house in the …
Here's a poem from long before I started The White Whale. The imagery came to me in a dream, and I woke up the next day and wrote the poem.