I fell in love with a field of rye. It happened this spring for the first time and I am not young. Let me tell you how this field was both a single being and a multitude.
The 2024 search is on for the 48th annual Bucks County Poet Laureate, according to Bucks County Community College professor and director of the program, Ethel Rackin.
The skull is packed in my attic. Perhaps I should warn my daughter, assuming she will be the one to sort my life once it’s done. It doesn’t smell anymore. It took a soaking in bleach and days of …
The healing power of poetry will be featured in an “open mic” poetry reading from 6:30 to 8 p.m. Tuesday, April 30, at the Doylestown Library, celebrating National Poetry Month.
At the moment of his death, all the painthat had pulverized his body lifted, woven into a cape of worsted,roughly knotted wool, furled above me, alit, and stitched onto my body. I struggled to stand, …
I am dreaming of golden slumbers And seeing my friend, “hey Jude!” I am dreaming that Eleanor Rigby will notice me On that day, oh! Here comes the sun It is something about her …
Those who watched him living didn’t know how deeply one he was with all of this. -Rainer Maria Rilke
These days many people have been to a yoga class or a poetry reading, but the Yogic Poetry Experience combines both into a familiar yet completely new experience. Launching Friday, Jan. 26, at Seva …
When you napped in my arms, the plump of your lips bearing a slick of milk, your infant breath sweet as nostalgia, I didn’t consider the pulling away. I knew, of course, it would happen based on all the …
The soft beat of drums, the shuffle of feet, There were thousands who waited and watched in the street. Their beloved president was passing by, Not a smile on their faces, only a muffled cry. There were …
The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk.The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …
The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk. The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …
On an afternoon in October I am arranged on a stool playing a guitar on a stage awash in cerulean light Sporting a hazel green Stetson that brims rakishly over dark Maui Jims ,I can barely perceive the …
We sat at an old wooden table, and shared some snacks. She looked at me, at the sky, the water, and the trees. We walked slowly around the lake. The path was covered with soft, inviting, pine needles.
The search is on for the 47th annual Bucks County Poet Laureate, according to Bucks County Community College (BCCC) professor Ethel Rackin, Ph.D., director of the longest-running poet laureate program in Pennsylvania.
The day after my mother’s death, my niece and I pour through photo albums, find a box of loose, curled, snapshots — images of the massacre at Gardelegen —a barn door opened by American …
The first time I saw my father embrace my mother was when she struggled through cancer. Framed in my mind is a wild-haired woman in a limp flannel gown, held stiffly in Father’s heavy hands at the end …
A red roan Appaloosa moseys to the railand pokes her nose across at me to snuffsome sweet hay in my fist, switching her tailas her eyes cross to focus on the stuffthe better in the dim air. Stars are …
Footprints on my barn floor To whom do they belong? To what do they belong?
A widow weeds beside the house that has become her husband. She’s annoyed he hasn’t shaved. She walks to the lake that has become her sister. They pour into each other. She tells the lake about …