Revitalizing

what morning has not known the mountain it must cross

its snowcap and melt around a single spring flower

the blue slate sky fills with zeppelins of clouds

every day a new restoration

a new promise

generations never quite the same twice

this is nothing we can hold...

July 1, 2019

To a Stranger

I come out from behind the walls of my house

and stand in my front yard

and imagine

that the pear tree in bloom is a gift from you.

The street beyond the fence goes both ways

and is completely quiet.

Last evening, I sat next to you on the bus.

You looked sad and...

Each year Delaware Division of the Arts awards Individual Artist Fellowship grants to deserving applicants. The Masters ($10,000) category is offered to artists who have received an Established Professional Fellowship in the same discipline more than seven years prior.

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July 1, 2019

     As he reached for the phone on the bedside table at 3:30 in the morning, Garth had little doubt it was his brother calling.

     “Garth, he’s gone.” Henry sounded exhausted.

     Garth and Henry’s father suffered six weeks on a ventilator, an exp...

July 1, 2019

A famine-shriveled child.   This can’t be my father. An ivory carved sculpture of a head,  pressed to the side of the pillow. Who is this man, lying, dying in his hospital bed?  I want to disown him. This can’t be my father.

. . .

My father was always quie...

July 1, 2019

     The air was still, like it gets in July when the whole of eastern North Carolina becomes a furnace. No breeze, no movement, nothing to keep the gnats off, the sun straight overhead, beating down. I felt as though the fiery ball was drawing the moisture out of me,...

     The radio blared the news right away: a daring daylight robbery at the Farm and Ranch Federal, one of two banks in our little town. I was nominally an eye-witness, except that I, six-months old, was asleep in my baby buggy during the exciting event. My Dad had tir...

July 1, 2019

     Darby always wanted to own the Santa Fe. Elaine over on the sofa had never shared his passion. She said, "Hmmm." He asked asked what "hmmm" meant. She said, "You misspelled 'aggressive'.”

     Part of his old train sat on a section of track on the Turkish...

July 1, 2019

     Father and Mother marched them down Cresson to see him off at the station. Their brother’s duty was his to perform, so his three sisters theirs. They all had dressed in their Sunday best. Father and Mother were filled with a pride that hurt their hearts, a pride t...

July 1, 2019

Heart X-rays

A Modern Epic Poem

By Marcus Colasurdo and G.H. Mosson

PM Press Pamphlet Series

At my first reading of Heart X-rays, I was inclined to question its claim to “Epic” status and, in fact, to question if there is enough connection between its various passages to f...

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