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Cummiskey Alley: New and Selected Lowell Poems by Tom Sexton, a Literary Son of the City A Review by Chath PierSath I am not a native son of Lowell like Tom Sexton had been, but Lowell and I crossed paths serendipitously in 1996. I was looking for a job after…
Read More »The month of November, with its decreasing hours of daylight and lengthening nights, offers an opportunity to turn inwards. It is traditionally a month in Ireland when we remember those who have passed on, indeed the 1st and 2nd of November are known respectively as All Saints and All Souls…
Read More »A review by Richard Howe of Cummiskey Alley: New and Selected Lowell Poems by Tom Sexton At the end of the bottom shelf of my big bookcase, after all the histories, memoirs, and biographies that are my usual literary diet, sit two books about poetry: Can Poetry Matter? by Dana…
Read More »Dog Walk at Harold Parker By Doug Sparks We walk in the woods when I should be at work. Walk — that’s a word easily defined — Unlike work — of the hours and the days. Shadowed by Diogenes (I’ll spare your looking him up — an Ancient Greek, He…
Read More »Chath pierSath, a friend and contributor to this website, has a new book out: On Earth Beneath Sky – Poems and Sketches was recently published by Loom Press. This book of 68 poems and prose sketches is the fourth book by Chath. In her review of the book, Jinx…
Read More »The month of November, with its decreasing hours of daylight and lengthening nights, offers an opportunity to turn inwards. It is traditionally a month in Ireland when we remember those who have passed on, indeed the 1st and 2nd of November are known respectively as All Saints and All Souls…
Read More »Catching Perfect Spirals Trees change at night to yellow, orange, brown. On warm afternoons my friends and I, boys and girls, Raced downfield to catch every perfect spiral. We tackled each other as if trying to hurt one another When all we wanted was to be good at what we…
Read More »Throughout October, Trasna will focus on the Celtic festival of Samhain, better known to Americans as Halloween. The holiday originated in Ireland and celebrates that time of year when the veil between this world and the next grows thin, and life seems more mysterious. This week we feature two poems by Bernie Condon, as…
Read More »Although I was born in Lowell (est. 1826), in the Centralville section, I grew up in Dracut (est. 1701) from the age of two through my college years. My neighborhood’s colonial-era name was New Boston Village, but that wasn’t used when I was there. We didn’t have a name for…
Read More »Today, we have two posts about recent Nobel Prize-recipient Louise Glück of Cambridge, Mass., who won the award in literature for her poetry. There has been a flurry of reporting about her success by media outlets in Boston, the nation, and the world. We’ve got a more personal angle. I…
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