“I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr. Share this:TwitterFacebook Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 14, 2015

Lullaby for Anyone Stephanie Ford Excuse me, lover. I’m busy foretelling and protesting your end. Whether I hunt, gather, barter, or sell, what I worry over is the order: live ... Continue Reading →

Poem a Day – Dec. 13, 2015

The Mystery Paul Laurence Dunbar I was not; now I am – a few days hence I shall not be; I fain would look before And after, but can neither do; some Power Or lack of power says ... Continue Reading →

Raymond C. Gabani obituary

Raymond C. Gabani, 74, of Naugatuck, husband of the late Patricia M. (Wityak) Gabani, passed away unexpectedly Saturday, Dec. 12, 2015, at Waterbury Hospital. Mr. Gabani was born in ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 12, 2015

Cosmopolite Georgia Douglas Johnson Not wholly this or that, But wrought Of alien bloods am I, A product of the interplay Of traveled hearts. Estranged, yet not estranged, I stand All ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 11, 2015

Bogliasco Robert Polito I’m always running ahead of my life, The way when we walk you are always Three, fifteen, forty steps behind Taking a picture, or inspecting A bottlebrush ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 10, 2015

In Emily Dickinson’s Bedroom Lloyd Schwartz A chilly light pervades the empty room bringing neither its current nor former inhabitant peace. Rather, its immaterial lingering infests both ... Continue Reading →

Opinion: Sadly, Congress seems okay with being weak

By LEE H. HAMILTON Not many people outside of Capitol Hill paid attention last month when the congressional leadership released next year’s legislative schedule. Its headline feature ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 9, 2015

There Is a Bird in My Mouth Natalie Scenters-Zapico I found it on your belly, and caught it with two fingers. I kept the bird on a little perch behind my ear. I plucked its feathers, ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 8, 2015

Saturn.1 CAConrad butterfly on a tissue box not a real one a painting a monarch one more sign for anguish poured and poured a choice to feel or stack bricks between I was sad when my talented ... Continue Reading →