Author: Adirondack Center for Writing

How many people have done spring cleaning on their entire life?  Started over with a new beginning?  I did when I was seventeen.  All the members of my family who … Continue reading Spring Cleaning My Life by Duane L. Herrmann

In couplet formThe long and narrow road leaves no room for change.Not space or time can help to seek or rearrange. The posts they stretch for miles upon miles on … Continue reading The Road That Does Not Bend by Lourdes Santiago

I know it is springwhen warm enoughSpring Peepers singthe whole night long.As air warmsthey sing brieflybut then retreatto burrows and holes.Spring is comingbut not yet here.Trees still bare,wind blows harsh,with … Continue reading Spring Peeping by Duane L. Herrmann

Yvona Fast's poem "I Lost My Country"

Every national bordershould be monumentto forgetting division, suspicionand efforts to controlothers. A border should benothing morethan an idea,a minor convenience,for counting peopleso to help them.Un-national borders abound:between cities, neighborhoods,and other … Continue reading EVERY UN-NATIONAL BORDER by Duane L. Herrmann

“Hey, has anyone heard the rumor that Mike Nichols is filming some night scenes for “Catch 22” down the hill in Trastevere?”     Someone else speaks up, “Yeah, it’s … Continue reading Would You Like to Be a Prostitute? by Leslie Sittner

It was 1991 and I was in my early twenties, finishing up an undergraduate degree at the University of Miami.  I inhabited a small studio in a dilapidated Mediterranean-style apartment … Continue reading The Amsterdam Palace by Cristine Betters

I was in my mid-twenties, with no interactions with the legal system, when I was asked by the employer of a friend to observe a court settlement and report the … Continue reading A Day in Court, or Something Like That by Duane L Herrmann