In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in the dentist's waiting room. It was winter. It got dark early. The waiting room was full of grown-up people, arctics and overcoats, lamps and magazines. My aunt was inside what seemed like a long
In the fall of 2014, Danielle Legros Georges was chosen as the second poet laureate of Boston, Massachusetts. The author of The Dear Remote Nearness of You (Barrow Street Press, 2016) and Maroon (Curbstone Books, 2001), she is a professor at Lesley University.
In March 2015, Patrick Donnelly was named the seventh poet laureate of Northampton, Massachusetts. Donnelly, who is a poet, translator, editor, and teacher, is also director of The Frost Place’s Poetry Seminar. He is the author of Nocturnes of the Brothel of Ruin (Four Way Books, 2012) and The Charge (Ausable Press, 2003). He will serve a two-year term.
In March 2015, Jan Schreiber was named the second poet laureate of Brookline, Massachusetts, taking over for Judith Steinbergh. He will serve a two-year term.
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There is a movie called "She's Gotta Have It." There is a blizzard in Massachusetts today. Twenty-one people died in Chicago last night. Two of my friends live there, but I have never wanted to live there because it is cold there and people die from the cold and the wind and from each other. There is a movie
I've been meaning to tell you how the sky is pink here sometimes like the roof of a mouth that's about to chomp down on the crooked steel teeth of the city, I remember the desperate things we did and that I stumble down sidewalks listening to the buzz of street lamps at dusk and the