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A new poem from our regular contributor Tom Sexton, poet of the Atlantic and Pacific sides of our continent. A former Poet Laureate of Alaska, Tom is on the list of distinguished alumni of Lowell High School, the one in Massachusetts. (FYI, Lowell High School in San Francisco, named for…
Read More »Our frequent contributor Tom Sexton sent a new poem from the coast of Maine where he is spending the winter—on break from Alaska. Tom is the author of many collections of poetry including Cummiskey Alley: New and Selected Lowell Poems and Li Bai Rides a Celestial Dolphin Home. He is a…
Read More »Our regular contributor Tom Sexton in Alaska has a new poem for our readers, a poem for Spring. Monty Don, host of Gardeners’ World on BBC TV, has this advice on pruning your apple tree: “So through over-zealous and mistimed pruning people often ruin their fruit trees,” he adds. So…
Read More »Ti Jean By David Cappella I had your visions atop the Medicine Wheel one July afternoon and while driving Rte. 14 through Spotted Horse where I walked past a row of caged coyotes to take a piss. How the American Tao your words captured shined on me one night outside…
Read More »We’ll be posting all kinds of material related to the Jack Kerouac Centennial through the year. Here are 15 haiku by Roger West, a poet and musician in France who has been to Lowell a few times for the annual Kerouac festival. With friends, he celebrated the 100th birthday of…
Read More »Two days before the 100th birthday of Jack Kerouac on March 12th, I was asked by poet and musician Roger West in France if I could connect people in Lowell with his tribute to Kerouac planned for the hour of the author’s birth 100 years ago, 5 p.m. at home…
Read More »The Valley of the World By Jim Provencher You wouldn’t know it today if you were Jack Kerouac heading West the first time, entering El Paso along East Alameda, the blink-bright high-arched sky, the whole world opening up. Jack woke shouting to the morning, This is the Valley of the…
Read More »‘Man on a Cloisonné Vase’ By Tom Sexton When I was still a boy with two good legs, the emperor’s men snatched me from my parent’s yard and sent me to the distant frontier to fight. An old man now, I sit unnoticed by a small pond…
Read More »Broken Through The world has a compound fracture. We are a body in pain. Bone broken through skin in a vital part. My Boy Scout Handbook described first aid for this wound. End of a snapped white bone, ragged as a snapped pine branch. Bloody punctured flesh, the victim…
Read More »What does a poet do when the war is all over the news? He responds, she responds. Writers everywhere are responding to the horrific war in Ukraine, posting new work of their own and sharing poems by Ukrainian poets of today and the past. Artists of all kinds are telling…
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