Lynn McGee loves of animals—she can pick up a snake—and by connection she loves the environments that they live in. This love creates empathy in her work. I’ve known Lynn since 2003 when we were colleagues at Borough of Manhattan … Continue reading

Lynn McGee loves of animals—she can pick up a snake—and by connection she loves the environments that they live in. This love creates empathy in her work. I’ve known Lynn since 2003 when we were colleagues at Borough of Manhattan … Continue reading
… … The poems in Susana H. Case’s new book, If This Isn’t Love, are connected by the idea of the telenovela so there is a storyline fluidity throughout with expected family and friends showing up, lovers and treacheries, familiar … Continue reading
… Recently, I had the pleasure of hearing Gwen Frost read at the Jefferson Market Library in collaboration with other poets who are published by Broadstone Books, a small press in Kentucky, whose owner, Larry Moore, publishes many New York … Continue reading
Travel, a trip somewhere new, or a return to a land you love, always restores body and soul. Poetry, like travel, can do that too. In fact, I was recently inspired reading Defying Extinction, a new book of poems by … Continue reading
Estha Weiner and I were supposed to read together last summer in Brooklyn, but unfortunately I had to be out of the city. Last week, I was happy to hear Estha read at KGB from her new book, This Insubstantial … Continue reading
When I began to read The End of Horses, I enjoyed the first poem immediately. It’s about riding a horse bareback, and if one has never done that, this poem will be a pleasurable facsimile with its quick three line … Continue reading
… Years ago a friend, Lynn McGee, said that she wanted me to meet a friend of hers, Susana Case, whom she thought was a wonderful poet, and not only that, but a favorite of hers. “You have to read … Continue reading
… Before I knew Lynn McGee was a poet, we worked together as colleagues, teachers at BMCC. We were working off campus at a public school on the Lower East Side, when one day she showed me a poem she’d … Continue reading