Poetry In Motion
Home » Tidings » Poetry
?>
Musical Forces At the Ivoryton Playhouse

Musical Forces At the Ivoryton Playhouse »

By: Karena Garrity

Steeped in a bath of small town history, the Ivoryton Playhouse is not only iconic for its shows, but also for its narrative. The charming, picturesque... more

Stamford’s King School unlocks students’ potential

Stamford’s King School unlocks students’ potential »

By: Rachel Precious

In listening to Head of School Elect Karen Eshoo talk about Stamford's King School, her voice is brimming with passion and enthusiasm. It's easy to see why: in... more

Stratford-upon-Housatonic

Stratford-upon-Housatonic »

By: Maelina Frattaroli

“We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.” -William Shakespeare; Henry... more

Against the Tide: Brett Elliott

Against the Tide: Brett Elliott »

By: Owen McDonald

Brett Elliott makes theater happen. He parlayed a gig managing his high school’s new auditorium at 18 into a theater degree from Michigan’s Saginaw Valley... more

Poem: Upon the Desert Wind

Poem: Upon the Desert Wind »

By: L. M. Browning

  I want to make a pilgrimage back to our homeland of sand, blood, and ripened figs. To unearth the garden I planted in another life the roots of... more

Poem: The Nomadic Soul

Poem: The Nomadic Soul »

By: L. M. Browning

  The caravan of the soul moves from body to body as a Bedouin moves his tent across the great desert. Each life is a marketplace in a different... more

Poem: Searching for Hidden Doors

Poem: Searching for Hidden Doors »

By: L. M. Browning

  You must be a child to find the hiding places where the unseen ones dwell just beyond the veil. The logic of the adult cannot think beyond the... more

Poem: The Housatonic at West Cornwall

Poem: The Housatonic at West Cornwall »

By: David K. Leff

"There’s no tonic like the Housatonic." —Oliver Wendell Holmes Shadowed by green humped hills, anglers cast into riffles and pocket-water where... more

Poem: Roots in the Sea

Poem: Roots in the Sea »

By: L. M. Browning

Written on Barn Island, Stonington, CT The channels of sea Meander through the dense reeds. Winding embankments Scallop the coast. The paths... more

Poem: The Mystic River

Poem: The Mystic River »

By: L. M. Browning

Written alongside the Mystic River, Mystic, CT The slow current of the river Is a balm for the overworked mind. Watching the continuous flow Of the... more

Poem: On The Far Side of Walden

Poem: On The Far Side of Walden »

By: L. M. Browning

Written at Walden Pond, Concord, MA Ankle-deep in mud Along the banks of Walden, I find my footing. Standing in the ruins of the cabin, I return... more

Poem: When We Last Made Applesauce

Poem: When We Last Made Applesauce »

By: Leslie McGrath

When we last made applesauce, we made our last love. For what other reason do blade and apple meet than separation? So I used the knife and you doused the... more

Poem: The Boat Builder’s Wife

Poem: The Boat Builder’s Wife »

By: Leslie McGrath

  I know there are others, see their traces on your clothing, the scratches, the bruises. Cara Mia’s mahogany curls clung like burrs to your... more

Poem: Fold

Poem: Fold »

By: Leslie McGrath

  From our bass boat’s slip on the Mystic it’s a two-bridge wait—bascule and swing bridge, before the river yawns into open water. But the... more

Poem: Stones

Poem: Stones »

By: David K. Leff

Pebbles are miraculous. —Josef Albers Something in sea-smoothed stones longs for my hand— restless ocean offspring absorbing stress like heat, like... more

Poem: Night Walk

Poem: Night Walk »

By: David K. Leff

  Night is a well-worn coat I slip into, wooly-plush and thick. There’s a viscosity and weight to the dark which feels as if it could be grasped... more

Poem: In the Cemetery of Dreams

Poem: In the Cemetery of Dreams »

By: David K. Leff

  Half its panels missing, the giant screen framed in rusting skeletal steel faces an audience of autumn olive thickets, tangled bittersweet and... more

Poem: Lost at Sea

Poem: Lost at Sea »

By: Joanie DiMartino

  “Mr. Howland overboard Oars were thrown then and waste boat cleared away... he went down before we could get to him.” —Logbook,... more

Poem: Hell’s Gates

Poem: Hell’s Gates »

By: Joanie DiMartino

  The smell of burning whale flesh stings the green hand’s nostrils bloody, even aloft he can’t escape it: smoke- laden sails he’s been... more

Poem: Dismantling the Try Works

Poem: Dismantling the Try Works »

By: Joanie DiMartino

“Watch employed Heaving the Try Works Overboard About 4 OClock PM finished & Washed Off Decks.” —Logbook, 12/11/1844, Charles W.... more