At the Addison County Field Days,
our local county fair,
there’s a new act called
The President. A professor,
off for the summer,
does a card trick
he doesn’t have a good
How it works.
Producing a card that seems
to have been shot out
of a cannon. Swirled
in a tube of cotton candy.
Without a number, a face
or one of the four suits.
To let you know that’s the one
you picked, without touching it.
It’s blank. An end-of-summer
memory. A whirl-a-gig of sorts.
The Caterpillar. You can sit in
with a friend, who becomes
your girlfriend, when the ride...
GARY MARGOLIS, A poet from Cornwall, has recently published a book of poems inspired in part by his time volunteering in a maximum security prison, where he facilitated poetry and writing workshops for inmates. Independent photo/Steve James
CORNWALL — When’s the last time you wrote a poem? For some of us, it was a long time ago… like, before Facebook, OMG — back when journals served as outlets for inward, emotional tweens. For others, like Gary Margolis, poetry is a daily practice.
Every morning when this poet wakes up in his Cornwall home, he gets up and heads out for an hour’s walk down Sperry and Bordeau roads.
“It’s a way for me to get into my body easily,” Margolis said. “It’s meditative. I go out with no expectations of writing.”
He opens himself up to what he sees, hears and feels. “It’s about being open to whatever it is...