• 2 Poems

    3rd Generation Fire

    Grandpa was Chief,
    so was Dad.
    The first firetruck was parked in a bay under their hardware store.

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    American literature is rich with poems about the passage of time, and the inevitability of change, and how these affect us. Here is a poem by Kevin Griffith, who lives in Ohio, in which the years accelerate by their passing.

  • Husbands and Wives

    1. Hannah

    Hanner Hart, Hanner Hart, they all called me.
    The problem with husbands is, they don’t last!
    After Ed died, I was on my own for 45 years,
    And it was hard times for Hanner Hart.

  • American Life in Poetry: Column 216

    Judy Loest lives in Knoxville and, like many fine Appalachian writers, her poems have a welcoming conversational style, rooted in that region’s storytelling tradition. How gracefully she sweeps us into the landscape and the scene!

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    To commemorate Mother’s Day, here’s a lovely poem by David Wojahn of Virginia, remembering his mother after forty years.

    Walking to School, 1964

    Blurring the window, the snowflakes’ numb white lanterns.