The Gate, by Marie Howe

Poems for Stuart, Part 1 I had the chance to finally meet and old friend on Sunday. And if that sentence sounds weird, it’s because you probably still haven’t adjusted to living in a century of online organizations and connections. I “met” Stu through the old website I used to run called Gay Fatherhood. Cheesy…

Poetry Month Then and Now

Last night Rebecca, George, Magda and a small group of library patrons celebrated National Poetry Month by gathering in the reading room at the Osterhout Free Library for Wilkes-Barre’s first Third Friday Art Walk of the season.  Patrons stopped in, some to watch and listen between checking out the historic photographs and paintings on the…

Saturday Songs with Sophie Ellis-Bextor and the New Radicals

As we were inching closer to midnight, and therefore Saturday, Brian was prepping for a little visit to Philadelphia, a couple of hours away, by producing a “mixtape” for the drive. Something has him on a Sophie Ellis-Bextor and Gregg Alexander kick right now. I woke up early this morning to find him wide awake…

Saturday Song–Wings with Gilbert and Carpenter

So you’ve heard the myth, the warning about getting too proud of your accomplishments. At the very least they sternly told you to be very cautious; don’t be foolish and attempt the impossible. The myth of the fall of Icarus, who either ignored, or in that moment of elation, simply forgot the warnings of his…