I almost fell down this morning on the blacktop oval on the floor of the South Common when I slipped on a patch of ice that I didn’t see because I was looking up at the “1874” on the front of the Eliot Church at the top of the northern…
From the UMass Lowell University Relations Office: “UMass Lowell will host an open public forum on how to improve the Pawtucket Street corridor — which connects the university campuses and their neighborhoods — on Tuesday, Nov. 17 from 6 to 8 p.m. in Moloney Hall at University Crossing, 220 Pawtucket…
I was eight years old when the Mets started playing baseball in New York City. I was a Red Sox fan already, but grabbed onto this novelty of a team that, like the 1960s themselves and the Project Mercury astronauts, signaled the future to me. The Red Sox were my father’s…
Web image courtesy of Wikimedia I reached into the vault for a poem from this “time of the season.” —PM . Look At a Dry Leaf . A dry leaf is a physical map: River beds are sap routes Forking off the prime vein. The underside’s not printed, But the…
Here’s a voting season special event. Be reminded of the legacy of civic involvement by the progeny of the founders of democracy in old Greece. “Politics in the Polis: Greek-American Participation in Lowell Elections” is a public program set for Thursday, Oct. 8, 7 pm, in the auditorium, room 222,…
On behalf of my colleagues at the richardhowe.com blog, I want to share our condolences and thoughts today with our senior editor and publisher, Dick Howe, Jr., and his entire family. Mr. Howe, Sr., will be remembered as an exemplary family man, excellent attorney, Lowell champion, star baseball player, and…
With the days getting shorter and pumpkins and mums showing up at farmstands, I thought it was time to re-run this prose poem about the fall, time, and a sense of community. The setting is Shaw Farm in Dracut about twenty-five years ago.—PM . Bottled Milk All seems right on…
Last night, students from the UMass Lowell Honors College First-Year Seminar in all things Lowell went on the road in Kerouac’s Lowell. I teach one section of the 22 sections of this required course in the Honors College. Nearly 400 students are learning about Lowell in a directed way this…
Earlier today on Facebook, Chath Piersath, a writer, poet, teacher, activist, and artist (and farmer in the region), posted a ringing statement about his optimism as a man in America. Chath has contributed to this blog in the past, so I asked him if I could reprint his thoughts here.…
With all the walking and talking about walking going on in the city, I thought I’d share this poem from 1984, which originally appeared in my book STRONG PLACE: POEMS ’74-’84 and was reprinted in WHAT IS THE CITY? in 2006. In the ’80s, I had a Sunday routine of…