Poets of Franklin County
GREENFIELD (February 5, 2015) — Northfield poet Nick Fleck's new full-length collection, "Natural Sustenance," gathers poems from over fifty years of writing. Recorder/Trish Crapo

Poets of Franklin County: Nick Fleck

Friday, February 6, 2015

Northfield poet Nick Fleck walks in the woods a lot, both here in Franklin County and in untamed areas around Moosehead Lake in Maine. His poem “Yesterday” recounts a surprise encounter with a deer while walking a “tote road,” or lumber road, through the woods in Warwick. The poem’s rhythm is steady but not stultifying. I was reminded, in fact, of the rhythm of walking and the way that rhythm remains regular overall, even as it adjusts to rocks that need to be stepped over or slopes that need to be descended or climbed. Rhymes move easily through the lines, too, never bringing them artificially … 0

‘Yesterday’ a poem by Nick Fleck

Friday, February 6, 2015

Yesterday I came to a clearing. The trail — an old tote road — I rambled without bearing. The way unhallowed passed through birch, through beech and oak where once farm folk were neither poor nor rich. The woods a skin of snow and sunlit. The straight lines of trees cast long shadows — a doe stood frozen still, her tailed swished, she … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Valentine’s Day Poetry Event at the Co-op

Friday, January 16, 2015

Maybe you love chocolate. Or you love locally cultured cheeses, oranges shipped from organic groves in Florida, or leafy green kale grown in a hilltown right around the corner. Maybe you love sitting down with a friend for a cup of coffee and a gluten-free muffin, or to partake of a warm, freshly … 0

Poets of Franklin County: ‘Written from the heart’

Friday, December 26, 2014

Two years ago, Courtney Ribeiro would not have imagined that she’d be meeting with other women once a week to write poetry — or that, on a regular basis, she’d be performing poems in public. Two years ago, … 0

‘We Have a Circle”: a poem by Courtney Ribeiro

Friday, December 26, 2014

We Have a Circle We have a circle built by trust and hope. This is how we ladies learn to cope. For some it’s the friendships, Our close growing bond. It’s a family for those who have none. We’ve all been silenced by something or someone. For we … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Fred Pelka

Friday, December 5, 2014

In Easthampton poet Fred Pelka’s poem “Clots,” pricked fingertips toughen as they heal until they are “hard as elevator buttons,” allowing an unusual transcendence in the poem’s last lines. “You’re nothing without your scars,” the poem asserts. Pelka’s … 0

“Clots,” a poem by Fred Pelka

Friday, December 5, 2014

“Clots” You say stitches limit a person but dig deeper. You’ll see how they release as well as bind. Isn’t there a tranquility in that — a lovely still presence of wounds, salty as the moon ascending, drawing each tide behind it like a skirt? You’re nothing without … 0

Poets of Franklin County: ‘The Light We Leave’

Friday, November 21, 2014

What happens when images and words are given the chance to interact, not in a hierarchical way — say, an image illustrating a passage of text, or a caption explaining the content of a photograph — but in … 0

“Senses,” a poem by Amie Keddy

Friday, November 21, 2014

“Senses” “Nothing can cure the soul but the senses.” — Oscar Wilde The shiplap summer house screened us, together drinking tea I cupped the jar with both hands trusting its insulation to hold you from me. I did not touch your auburn hair or stroke your jaw so … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Tommy Twilite

Friday, November 14, 2014

If you’ve been attending poetry readings in this valley long enough, chances are you’ve heard of Tommy Twilite. He’s the host of the Twilite Poetry Pub on Tuesdays, 8 to 9 p.m. on Valley Free Radio, WXOJ 103.3 … 0

Paradise Pond: a poem by Tommy Twilite

Friday, November 14, 2014

Paradise Pond when sun diamonds refract off the water ripples like clear sparkling blood every swirl of color spins into the late afternoon sun that sinks into distance unmoved and recedes like butter into a crescent moon against a sky of night dying in the afterglow to become … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Claire Blatchford

Friday, November 7, 2014

Shelburne writer, poet and teacher Claire Blatchford lost almost all of her hearing suddenly at age 6, as a result of the mumps. “Imagine your hearing being switched off with one quick flick of fate,” she writes in … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Greenfield Annual Word Festival

Friday, October 10, 2014

Want to read your poems to members of Franklin County’s eclectic literary community? Want to take a stab at storytelling (no notes!) in front of a live audience? Or maybe you’d like to just relax and listen to … 0

Poets of Franklin County: Daniel Hales

Friday, October 3, 2014

So begins the poem “: prayer” by Greenfield poet Daniel Hales: “Once we stop praying to anomalies and impossibilities is when bad luck starts.” And it continues: “The headlights lit up the backyard/climb the ailanthus/and for some reason … 0

Poets of Franklin County: ‘Dear Lady Heroin’

Friday, September 26, 2014

Editor’s note: This is the last in a series of columns by Trish Crapo on poetry that explores aspects of addiction. In her first column, Crapo wrote about the loss of her niece Aria to a heroin overdose. … 0