Creek Water and Watermelon
The creek water is so cold it's slushy, shocking my ankles as I wade in.
Category Writing
Pre-War Lobby Reflections
In this pre-war lobby, I wait for my friend to drift down from the floors above.
Lynne Kemen
When I retired in 2016 and moved full-time to our Catskills farmhouse, I immediately joined my local library board and Bright Hill Press.
Jim Napierala
Does one ever truly "become" an artist? I've been drawing and painting since childhood, but I would struggle to pinpoint when I became an artist.
Katie Dozier
I've loved poetry since fourth grade when Mrs. Holland gave us an assignment to memorize a poem.
The Swart Brothers’ Legacy
In seventeen-ten, when the century was young, the Swart family crossed the ocean.
Sculpter Steff Rocknak’s Latest Work
It represents the time when Melville, sitting in the Seamen's Bethel, infused the character of Ishmael and Father Mapple's sermon with his own reflections.
Ben Davis & Karina Kupp From Chill Subs
I wanted to make it easy and not as stressful to discover magazines that truly fit you...
Shadow Dancing After Rain
Kicking away the leaves by strutting she's nothing less than Peter Pan.
Koganei Park
Dapper and delicate branches bend softly, avoiding the wrath of the city.
Mark Danowsky
I want everyday people, non-poets, those who do not have a PhD to be able to read a ONE ART poem and find some kind of takeaway.
Georgia Popoff
Inaugural Poet Laureate for Onondaga, in Central New York State.