Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Matt Bilton
Multiple Authors
July 25th, 2014 | 6:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Matt Bilton

Please welcome three poets who are new to our pages.
 

Upcoming print issues of The Common will feature poems by Will Schutt, Patrick Pritchett, and Kevin C. Stewart.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Lee Coursey
July 23rd, 2014 | 6:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Lee Coursey

I’m here on the patio, no appetite,
drinking a salty margarita. I feel
my liver, ignore it like last night’s
glass of water. I’m tired of writing
you down when I should be writing
poems about place.

Photo by Michael Meiser, licensed under Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA 2.0).
July 18th, 2014 | 6:00am

 

Photo by Michael Meiser, licensed under Creative Commons (BY-NC-SA 2.0).

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In May, I was abroad finishing a job, the kind that did not exist when I graduated high school. As I prepared to leave, northeast Ohio, where I grew up, came to me. I would fly down remembered winding gray roads. Sometimes I did this in my dreams. Sometimes the dream was different – I would drive out to the country but turn around because I didn’t know what to do out there, outside a car with only long grass and woods around me and no path to hike. The suburbs were my cradle. In the car from the airport to my childhood home, I realized that what I had thought of as flying was the feeling of the car tugging my shoulders in the backseat as we made familiar turns.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Lennert van den Boom
July 16th, 2014 | 6:00am

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Lennert van den Boom

Our first week, you showed me around
your empty capital in a dream. We skipped

Parliament and headed down Calea Victoriei,
lit beeswax candles for the living,

photo by James Ewing
July 14th, 2014 | 6:00am

photo by James Ewing

We were back in the Hudson Valley, in the marvelous town of Beacon, to make some images of a new park on the solstice. I found Brooklyn photographer James Ewing stalking the faint pre-dawn, about 5:15AM. A golden haze that had built behind the Hudson Highlands, in an instant, crested over to illuminate this little riverfront peninsula. We scrambled to make the most of the sun, searching out the best views, the right moments. The whole Saturday passed this way, really, though with less urgency than those first minutes. All across Beacon’s Long Dock Park, in a bit of solar sport, we either laid traps ahead of or chased just behind the light.