A musing memoir, "Lights in Cold Rooms" sifts through a lifetime of memories in search of understanding. Joan Cusack Handler’s introspective memoir "Lights in Cold Rooms" is... Read More

From the founder of CavanKerry Press, this delightful memoir in verse bears witness to a complicated family history of Ireland’s Troubles, devout Catholicism, fierce maternal... Read More

This moving ode to the legacy of the author’s mother sheds new light on the trials of single parenthood and Alzheimer’s. Coming to terms with her mother Carmen’s death is... Read More

“How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day…” wrote Anne Frank, the... Read More

Married love, the simple satisfactions of daily routines and habits around the home and garden, light and darkness, and ruminations about aging and dying give this third... Read More

The words “pretentious” and “poetry” are so often used in conjunction, they might be mistaken for a single compound word. So it’s a joy and a relief to discover Kevin... Read More

“There’s a hole in my heart, / a place where the dead hide / in their secret clubhouse,” writes veteran poet Carole Stone in the poem “Root,” from her latest... Read More

When Judith Hannan’s eight-year-old daughter, Nadia, was diagnosed with Ewing’s sarcoma, Hannan was catapulted into what can only be called a heightened state of motherhood... Read More

In Marcus Jackson’s first collection of poems, "Neighborhood Register", the poet reveals himself as no ordinary chronicler of the places and people and events that make up a... Read More

A good poem, it seems, is a delicately, perfectly crafted lie: a thin thread that coils around itself, telling a story that relates both to itself and to the world it knows we... Read More

Waiting rooms everywhere tend to have certain things in common: insipid music, unimaginative decorating, and a dearth of quality reading material to occupy the bored, anxious,... Read More

“I’m here to recall what I never knew,” writes Baron Wormser in “Abandoned Asylum, Northampton, Massachusetts,” the final poem in this fine collection. While he may... Read More