Monday, 2 February 2026

Cities have long been an object of poetic contemplation. This poetry about a small Western Pennsylvania town attempts to reawaken the past and infuse meaning and newness into seemingly insignificant happenings. It expresses awe at what is thought to be trivial, its verse slows down the reader to express wonder at the commonplace. It uses plain language that looks beneath the sensual surface of the events of everyday life for the hidden, mysterious component that reveals the beauty of life's experience.These poems are more than a nostalgic recounting of memories and occurrences. They have to do with the essence of reality and as such they are insights into the way people might see things and the way they live in small towns across the nation. 

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