A Mother’s Tale I tell my sonthat the best poemsare written in the sandand washed away with the tide.I say the moon controls the waves,uses the wind to rake the... Read More
Our founding managing editor, Florenz Eisman, walked around the Thielke Arboretum on a regular basis.  Recently, the CavanKerry team visited the location to celebrate Florenz.
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From GLOrious Family By Joan Cusack Handler Take for instance this African Violet bl o o ming its brains out the tenth year in a row: shameless in purple— scores of... Read More
Remembering a Friend I Never “Met”  How can you feel a close connection to someone you’ve never met face-to-face? There was a time when I probably would have told... Read More
from Red Canoe: Love In Its Making GRIEVANCES By Joan Cusack Handler A swelling constant in my throat now & a burning in my chest as I make note of each... Read More
Reshapings The shape of your womb is how I learned to tilt my head when listening hard, when taking in. Your legs, one slightly shorter than the other (not enough... Read More
Florenz was a beautiful and amazing part of my journey with my first and then miraculously my second book with CKP. What I remember from all the emails and info... Read More
from The Laundress Catches Her Breath The Laundress 1. Sheets are wet worrisome mounds in the basket, socks a pair of sorry balls dripping in self-pity, underwear a limp limbo of... Read More
from American Rhapsody Invocation/Intoxication Oak barrels, hops and yeasty brew. Answer the door for merrymakers rushing to get sozzled, tasty booze flowing from kegs, basement jugs. In bathtubs, in stills --... Read More