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Austen Mania Stephen O’Connor Originally a Lowell Sunrise essay for the one-time UMass Lowell morning news and public affairs program at WUML-FM. The author would add that in rereading it he remembered the kindness of the late Christine Dunlap, a lovely woman, who encouraged him to write for Lowell Sunrise.…
Read More »April Snow by Chath Piersath Saturday morning snow Intense white and shouting birds In a swarm competing for seeds and warmth. The night—dream-shaped flight, Forced to dig my own grave Where death sleeps, Cold feet slow to warm, My bones frost bitten, Aches in all my joints, Spasmodic jumps,…
Read More »The Barbarians Have Arrived After Cavafy by Tom Sexton After a few centuries of patiently waiting outside the city, the barbarians have finally arrived and taken over the Capitol. When did they realize our Republic was rotting from the inside like an overripe pear? Who thought they’d…
Read More »Stephen O’Connor’s new novel is This Is No Time to Quit Drinking: Teacher Burnout and the Irish Powers. A House in Carlisle by Stephen O’Connor I’ve often asked myself if I am envious of those who can afford to live in Carlisle, or if it is a better place to…
Read More »This past Sunday I revisited notes from a writing course I attended in Ireland three years ago. At the time America was a few months into a new presidency, and with much talk at home of building a wall, the warm welcome I received abroad was reassuring. Over the past…
Read More »We asked occasional contributor Paul Hudon of Lowell if he would consider sharing entries from the diary that he keeps. In this extraordinary time, we’ve seen other publications whose editors are encouraging certain writers to keep a journal or diary about the virus crisis with observations, reflections, reports on their…
Read More »Stop and Render Aid by Frank Wagner . Every traveler knows about certain points along the road, where the asphalt cracks, where the broken bottles crashed, where the chicken did not make it across. This is where the sun blinds the eyes, or the rain gets too thick that it…
Read More »From University Hospital in Waterford, Ireland, Alex Hayes of the staff sent us a poem he wrote in the midst of the virus crisis. We know Alex from the anthology Atlantic Currents: Connecting Cork and Lowell, just published this month. He has several poems in the collection. A graduate of…
Read More »Writer and painter Chath pierSath, a regular contributor to our blog, works on a farm in Bolton, Mass. The Saddest First Day of Spring By Chath pierSath . The saddest, grayest first day of spring I’ve seen, Watching for the virus that has gone viral, Invisible particles unleashed in space On…
Read More »art and Emanuel a tale of Fort Wood, Missouri by Michael Casey . when you are making seventy-six dollars a month the idea of spending one hundred dollars on a wall poster when you don’t even have a wall sort of stupid but he sees a leaflet on my…
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