Ginny Lowe Connors' new book Toward the Hanging Tree: Poems of Salem Village gives voice to the people of Salem Village and life to the narratives--singular and collective--of that time and place. She does so with equal devotion to the facts and the heart of the story, and with an artistry and craft both solid and fresh.
It's been a while! What's new in life?
A lot has changed, and a lot has stayed the same. Two years ago I was a newcomer to Boston. Now, for someone who has always lived somewhat of an itinerant life, this city has become my home. As of this past summer, I can also now say I’ve satisfied certain Boston-area requirements, including visiting Cape Cod and sampling a number of regional delicacies (lobster rolls and clam chowder namely).
It’s impossible and undesirable to extricate Leora Fridman’s poems from the consternating political world we poets—more often than not—indifferently live in. “My Fault” does not, nor does it need to, illumine specific acts of violence or social injustices—the reader of this book is all-too-easily able to summon up the media headlines, the YouTube videos, the Facebook rants and preaches, an ever-streaming saturation of blood and news, gunshots and shouts threatening to completely overwhelm—and deaden—our compassion.
Years before she published a book of her poems, the Massachusetts native created a poetry reading series in Cambridge that was an instant hit and soon became a literary institution. The influential, popular Blacksmith House Poetry Series that Mazur started in 1973 and managed for 29 years continues to this day.
The name Anne Dudley Bradstreet is not recognized by enough Americans. Who was she? Why celebrate her life? Read on, discover the mystery, the magic that was the first female English - language poet published from the New World…
In 2010, Tess Taylor was awarded the Amy Clampitt Fellowship. Spending an entire year living and writing in the home of late Amy Clampitt, Taylor, long an avid urban gardener, sought to get involved with the sprawling, captivating landscape of her new surroundings in Western Massachusetts.
Ask a group of people how they define poetry, and chances are good at least one of them will answer in terms of scale: poetry delivers maximum impact with minimum word count. Each word bears greater weight than in average daily conversation, and each line is precisely crafted to fit the scope of its sense.
My mother read to us as children—the Golden Books, Mother Goose, fairy tales and folk tales—which meant that early on I was excited by patterns such as rhythm and rhyme, and the sound of spells and chants. With other kids in the neighborhood, I spent hours and hours skipping rope to rhyming songs passed along from somewhere.