1. She kept reading about how all the paper houses had burned. But as she came down out of the clouds, she saw shiny fields, wet with a sheen of green water and the spikey hills she remembered. The villages tucked into crevices between the islands of trees and rocks and fields. There were certainly […]
She was a fast learner, an easy learner, therefore, a joy. She could be counted on, never late, sitting front row, her hair twisted twice, pulled and bound by a ribbon.
My stepson is reading Romeo and Juliet for his eighth grade English class. I asked him what he thought about it the other day during dinner.
Mark Danowsky is a poet from Philadelphia. He is Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal and Founder of the poetry coaching and editing service VRS CRFT.”
After his speech the people
who’d assembled to imbibe
I am drunk
& listening to 4:49 a.m.
The island is this:
rimmed with trees
He splits cells and grafts them together,
an art he perfected with his children, a family
Grace and I met six months ago. Mutual friends who had been conspiring to get us together finally succeeded.
It’s an hour drive from our office in Wilmington down to Dover, and my colleagues wanted to carpool, so I’m praying something goes wrong.