Gary Margolis
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Separation
Our Cornwall poet writes in celebration of our earthly astronauts.
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Listen: Father and son create new sounds
Cornwall family brings a new kind of sound that’s definitely worth a listen.
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Letter/poem to the editor: Thinking of You and What the World Needs to Do
Stand on a bridge with a sign. If you can’t do that, honk.
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Poetry: Note to the President
Let me note this morning I came/ across a coin, I thought, crossing/ Tully Road. Once a path for local/ soldiers. Farmers mostly. And nut/ gatherers. Its face…
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Poetry: In changing times, Fenway Park’s mystique remains
Never thought you’d sing/ her name./ A girl you never knew. Swaying/ with a stadium of strangers…
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Poetry: Cory’s Song
Not that you or I couldn’t have stood/ on our feet. For twenty-four hours./ Speaking impassionately./ Sat in a chair. Lain in a bed./ Reading words cast on…
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Letter to the editor: Getting up early: lacrosse athletes & farmworkers
It’s not my place to suggest/ to your coach, she bus you/ to one of our Addison County/ farms. If you have to be in/ the Field House…
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Poetry: January 20th
Oh my director of the national/ portrait gallery/ of owls./ Oh what I wouldn’t give for you/ to leave your doors/ open. For me not to have to/…
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Poetry: Did you know Frost, I asked you
Wasn’t he the guy who wrote poetry/ up in Ripton, you said,/ when I asked you, if you knew/ Frost. If you ever bumped into him./ On one…
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Poetry: For Joe Castiglione, retiring
It’s not the same as calling it/a night./Saying goodbye. Even/here, in Fenway, there isn’t a wall/between us.