Mark Twain has many literary sites; yet Henry James has none. You can visit Edith Wharton's house but not Shirley Jackson's. You can walk where Wallace…

Ficre Ghebreyesus and Elizabeth Alexander were born two months apart in 1962, he in Eritrea, she in Harlem. They didn’t meet until 1996. He was an artist…

Calling in to WNPR's Where We Live on Tuesday, Michael from Middletown shared a poem he wrote in honor of Blizzard 2015. A blizzard that bloweth for all…

Things burn: Our environments, resources, and all forms of monument to self. And since the beginning, so too has our imagination. The inspiration humans…

Okay, I'm warning you. You're going to have to adjust the band on your thinking cap. Christian Bok, our first guest, is an experimental poet with some…

Critic Juan Vidal recalls the power of protest poetry in days past, and wonders why poets no longer seem to be on the front lines of outrage. Have they stopped speaking, or have we stopped listening?

This saber was forged in the town of New Britain to end you!Put down your pistol and draw your sword. Any man can shootbut do you have skill? Do you not…

It's senior privilege, we get to sit on the rickety bridgeby the football field and smoke Viceroys after lunch.It's fun bein' queenie and all; Dad always…

Cue tumbleweed.Dust kicked up from his snakeskin boots catches to the northbound galeHe straddles the barren road; a stance ready to drawHe practices 1,…

Off target planes de-throttleto re-smelt the Russwin doorknobs, their tired steel.Hands that once embraced such metal--turning points from halls…