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My Cloak

At the moment of his death, all the painthat had pulverized his body lifted, woven into a cape of worsted,roughly knotted wool, furled above me, alit, and stitched onto my body. I struggled to stand, …

“Golden Slumbers”

I am dreaming of golden slumbers And seeing my friend, “hey Jude!” I am dreaming that Eleanor Rigby will notice me On that day, oh! Here comes the sun It is something about her …

While Reading Neruda, I Think of Some Things

Those who watched him living didn’t know how deeply one he was with all of this. -Rainer Maria Rilke

These days many people have been to a yoga class or a poetry reading, but the Yogic Poetry Experience combines both into a familiar yet completely new experience. Launching Friday, Jan. 26, at Seva …

Letting Go

When you napped in my arms, the plump of your lips bearing a slick of milk, your infant breath sweet as nostalgia, I didn’t consider the pulling away. I knew, of course, it would happen based on all the …

Angel in Bronze

The soft beat of drums, the shuffle of feet, There were thousands who waited and watched in the street. Their beloved president was passing by, Not a smile on their faces, only a muffled cry. There were …

The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk. The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …

The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk.The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …

Blue Guitar

On an afternoon in October I am arranged on a stool playing a guitar on a stage awash in cerulean light Sporting a hazel green Stetson that brims rakishly over dark Maui Jims ,I can barely perceive the …

One Sunday in The Pines

We sat at an old wooden table, and shared some snacks. She looked at me, at the sky, the water, and the trees. We walked slowly around the lake. The path was covered with soft, inviting, pine needles.

The search is on for the 47th annual Bucks County Poet Laureate, according to Bucks County Community College (BCCC) professor Ethel Rackin, Ph.D., director of the longest-running poet laureate program in Pennsylvania.

Independence Day

The day after my mother’s death, my niece and I pour through photo albums, find a box of loose, curled, snapshots — images of the massacre at Gardelegen —a barn door opened by American …

Meryl

The first time I saw my father embrace my mother was when she struggled through cancer. Framed in my mind is a wild-haired woman in a limp flannel gown, held stiffly in Father’s heavy hands at the end …

A red roan Appaloosa moseys to the railand pokes her nose across at me to snuffsome sweet hay in my fist, switching her tailas her eyes cross to focus on the stuffthe better in the dim air. Stars are …

Footprints

Footprints on my barn floor To whom do they belong? To what do they belong?

A Widow Weeds

A widow weeds beside the house that has become her husband. She’s annoyed he hasn’t shaved. She walks to the lake that has become her sister. They pour into each other. She tells the lake about …

Later

We speak in whispers, move in silence from room to room, listen to the oxygen’s steady pump moisture bubbling through the tubes. Three days unresponsive. I sit with her until someone else comes in. …

Bucks County poet and writer Lynn Levin’s debut collection of short stories, “House Parties,” published by Spuyten Duyvil, is due out May 1.Her poem “Fixing Broken Things” recently appeared …

Fixing Broken Things

Some objects are beyond repair: a shattered glassan obsolete computer, an old wife who mustbe swapped for one who’s younger, cutera home exploded by a storm, a busted reputationa banged-up auto …

This Light White Day

Sky nearly white as the fields, white as the roofs tinged with ...

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