Poem of the Week: “Like Vine Maple Red in the Fir,” by Alice Derry

Join us Wednesday, Oct. 16 as Alice Derry and Tess Gallagher open our Fall Writing Series. Like Vine Maple Red in the Fir The season turns. The trees wound the streets. We too want to be touched. We press a scab to feel the pain. Or tongue that place in the mind which yields a

Poem of the Week: “April,” by Anita Skeen

April April is the cruelest month…. –T.S. Eliot   April is the killer month, the month of late frost smothering apple and cherry blossoms, the month of too much blooming too soon in too many colors. How many shades of pink exist, how many constellations of purple in the grass, how many galaxies of pear