April is National Poetry Month. In the midst of a pandemic, this year’s celebrations have either been suspended, or the organizers have become more creative in their planning. Where most towns across ...

In 1991, following the sudden death of his first wife, Susan, Mike Bernhardt began writing poetry as a way to deal with his grief. In the poem “Sunday,” he writes, “Together, we survived the ...

The idea for my book, The Last Poem, started while I was listening. At an event hosted for me in New York, people had gathered for a casual afternoon, less sit-down, more mingle. Small clusters of ...

A tear. Then tears. Then nothing. Then tears. This is how people grieve when they’re alone. It might last for a day, month, or many years. Feelings might be hidden or slightly shown. They cry even for ...

Winter begins tonight, and with the Solstice and a change in the seasons, we invited Vermont poet David Crews to share his thoughts and a poem. Dec 21, 2023 — Winter begins tonight, and with the ...

It happened before she expected it: Victoria Chang’s parents were struck by illness. First her father was severely debilitated by a stroke; then her mother died. She felt so isolated by caregiving ...

In “Kyrie,” these sonnets published way back in 1995, before I knew poetry or prison, Ellen Bryant Voigt reminds us that there have been pandemics before. There has been that absurd accumulation of ...