A children’s book author and former elementary school teacher, Cooper lives in East Windsor.
Elane Gutterman is a founding Board member and current Literary Committee Chair of West Windsor Arts. Her poems have appeared in the Kelsey Review, New Verse News, Paterson Literary Review and U.S. 1 Summer Fiction Issues. Her first book of poems, Tides of Expectation, is forthcoming from Ke…
George Point lives in Lawrenceville and is a regular contributor to U.S. 1.
U.S. 1 is publishing user-submitted original short stories and poetry year-round, including works by Anne Hiltner and Carolyn Foote Edelmann in this week's issue.
Though half a loaf is better far than none,Half a face shows half a disposition,And wondering if a masked man you should shunYou’ll only know by deepest intuition.
Practically every Sunday morning when I was a kid and it wasn’t raining or snowing, my Pop would crawl under our latest second-hand Chevy Impala (we were a Chevy family), and as Mom led me and my sister Nancy to her green and brown woody station wagon, Mom would tap Pop’s protruding feet and…
Michael H. Brill, a Ph.D. in physics, has been a poet and color scientist in the Route 1 corridor for more than 25 years. For the past seven of those years he has been the director of research at Datacolor in Lawrenceville. Mostly he sits at the same kitchen table each day, having actually c…
Back when I worked at Bloomberg News, I was assigned to write a story on Faisan Shah, the investment banker. “Investment” was a polite way of saying what Shah did. He ran a hedge fund that struck fear into the corporate giants in America. He would buy up big chunks of a stock, sending the […]
Order a fourth café con leche. You feel comfortable ordering that in Spanish, sitting at a table in the Lion Cafe, on the afternoon of your first day in Madrid, two days after Christmas. Plan to lay low today, start to get over the jet lag and wait until your daughter arrives in the evening […]
“It will be another summer of love,” the girl says, inspecting a lock of her hair for split ends. “You know, like in those hippie days in the previous century.” She and her mother sit on wooden chairs on the porch in front of their house, the smaller colonial they moved to a couple of […]
Register now for Mercer County Community College’s Camp College Summer Youth Camp.
Meet three sisters, ages 92, 90 and 89, Lena B., Rose J., and Lucy S., who feel very fortunate to be in good health, receiving the best care, and residing together on the campus of Greenwood House Senior Healthcare in Ewing Township.
We open March windows not knowing if bad air comes in or goes out. The long down hill slants wind in our faces. The spring breeze stirs as we cycle aside the lock. On the road home our breath heavy, unmasked. The magnolia buds break open discarding gray husks on the ground like field mice. […]
After my Pfizer shots, I make a reservation to swim at six in the mornings at the Y then head to Philly’s Barnes Foundation step into the museum after a year’s absence excited to mingle with adults and children but speechless in front of Soutine and de Kooning With liquefied brushstrokes de …
More than 1,000 lucky children and 250 staff attended Liberty Lake Day Camp in summer 2020. With strict safety guidelines and a modified program, the fundamental essence of camp remained intact: kids, playing together, mentored by caring staff, outdoors.
Summer camps from art and music, to sports and math, to simply having fun with new friends.
Parents of soccer enthusiasts aged 7 to 14 need to mark their calendars now for the West Windsor-Plainsboro Soccer Association (WWPSA) week-long summer soccer camps.
The Ewing Recreation Department offers a summer day camp program for students entering kindergarten through 7th grade, plus counselor in training programs for 8th and 9th graders.
Summer is just around the corner — what a fantastic time for your child to discover the world of dance and all that it has to offer!
Here at Camp Mason, we say Camp Counts because for 120 years, we have welcomed campers to be a part of our caring, inclusive community where they are valued and can grow physically, emotionally, intellectually, morally and socially.
This year more than ever, Summer Camp is vital for our community and its children.
RSM-Princeton now has a new location: 231 Clarksville Road, West Windsor.
It’s still there. Still resting against the oak tree, with its front wheel curved outward, pointing at the old Shepherd house. I’ve passed it many times. It has become so much a part of the neighborhood that it doesn’t surprise me anymore. It don’t surprise anyone, except the few tourists wh…
Skeleton fingers Disjointed, pointing In all directions Bone skin bandages In a perpetual State of peeling Like curled documents Still bound To her living case Between her smooth Joints, scarred and ragged, Is each encoded trajectory, Sharply outlined in Brown, naked winter Her white body On…
Still air, grey branches Await an icy armor Yet buds push up green As skies darken An irruption of robins Sounds of beating wings Icy drops trickle Wind-swept leaves skitter away Winter’s grip strengthens Dark thoughts stalk the night Dry leaves rustle in the lane Comfort waits for sunrise S…
A reader offers a poetic remembrance of the late Seward Johnson.
for Anne with an E Art consumes her every waking day beyond the stained glass rectangular facade. Come inside. Cross the multi-colored portal decorated with vertical Mondrian glass. Enter the foyer with its bulbed chandelier. Fairly ordinary interior, 16 steps leading upstairs. Go right into…
I send a picture of zucchini pancakes with cranberry-applesauce to Rose, and her husband Martin says it passes because his treif wife made the sauce. We might do take-out lunch together on the patio once more this year. Indian food stays warm the best. Or maybe it will be sushi on Zoom. I in…
The hope of seeing our grandchildren for Thanksgiving is diminishing as the raging pandemic keeps spreading with no end in sight. My husband and I spend our weekends at the arboretum wandering among trees and communicating with plants. Awestruck by the over a hundred feet tall giants, in ova…
CareOne’s respite programs are designed with the needs of caregivers and their loved ones in mind. Services allow caregivers the time to attend to personal needs while their loved ones receive high-quality, uninterrupted care in a warm and supportive environment.
About 15 percent of Americans are currently age 65 and older, according to the U.S. Census. By 2060, that number is expected to jump to about 25 percent. So there’s a pressing need for geriatricians — physicians who care for older adults.
As part of its commitment to providing leading-edge care, Capital Health has announced the launch of its comprehensive, state-of-the-art Lung Center located at Capital Health Medical Center — Hopewell.
Isolation and subsequent loneliness are not new concerns when it comes to seniors. However, social distance protocols put in place as a response to COVID-19 have many families growing even more concerned about their loved ones and looking for options to keep them happy, healthy, and safe.
cold light radiant in cornfields turning the looped leaves molten, frost in the wings rays caught, then deflected along thin ridges of audible cornleaves light spilling fragrance spice along the tongue pungent familiar/new light of the first day answering that intonation Let there be… Co-fou…
“There is surprisingly little voter fraud and not nearly enough to justify blocking vote-by-mail systems in a pandemic.” – Brookings Institution report, 2020 Scene: The sub-basement of what appears to the casual observer to be an Amazon warehouse near Langley, Virginia; except for the helipa…
Author’s note: This poem takes place in 1936, during the Great Depression and before the Presidential election, while my mother Florence Levin was in medical school and about to vote for the first time. I think it has striking parallels to what’s happening now, weeks before our own election.…
I wake in a stupor, like I do every day. The days run together, except on weekends, when Zoom is few and far between. I’m pretty sick of it all. My room is dark and quiet, but I hear Mom stir next door, so I attempt a downdog stretch and then wait. She wakes up […]
This season add David Bradley Chocolate Factory to the list of “must go” places that you visit.
Every Tuesday and Thursday we meet at your house. I stop by your office on the median strip Just off Route 1. I guess you can say you work from home. It’s the same routine: I return from my work as yours ramps up. The cash in my pocket is what you need Because your […]
You are retired and have not caught the virus. You stay home in isolation with your spouse. You wake up, look at the clock, debating— to get up, sleep late, or take a chance and go to Trader Joe’s. You wonder if you have been magically upgrade to be living the leisure life of the […]
I’m in line with eight other women, all dancing from one foot to the other, trying not to wet our pants while we wait our turn to get in the ladies’ room. Across the hall is the men’s room. Nobody has come in – or out – for 10 minutes. What is it with guys? […]
I wasn’t lookin’ for a first kiss. I wasn’t lookin’ for a first kiss at all. I mean what girl wants to be wearin’ crinoline petticoats anyway, all puffy and scratchy and bringin’ up welts, makin’ one look like a seafaring buoy. Like if you did get that first kiss with one of them petticoats […]
The Kate’s Trail signpost on Elm Ridge Road is like a bookmark among Hopewell’s million-dollar estates. But no parking, and the ankle-deep, muddy entrance deter most hikers, except for the determined and the curious. Yet if you brave the five hundred paces of squishy muck, triangle markers u…
include the finger phalanges on tired hands and carpus, lunate in the wrists stiff neck where tensions persist. On Earth Day I take up chalk draw flowers, sunshine on sidewalk send happy birthday from far away on FaceTime we find time to talk hard rains falls the next day but, missing does n…
What we had was most of all there was. Where the plow stops suddenly The clank of the metal against stone berating any melancholy. Where the poetry runs out sucks the breath from my lungs. Where the words are mere empty vessels, of use no more. Time squandered with poetry and sadness. The lo…
LOUD mask approaching Louder…CLOSER…then…past Of course! a blue tooth! From ‘Waiting on Wallenberg: Haiku Musings for Trenton Busstops’ Karen Carson is a contributing writer for Trenton Daily online, a project of Greater Trenton. Wallenberg is the name of the road outside the Trenton Train Station.
A phalanx of tiny ants some going one way some the other in single file, fast as if on a mission known only to them quick-step across my patio. As I watch, when two happen to meet there’s a momentary pause, a touch before they hurry on. A fleeting kiss, an elbow bump? Do ants […]
What began as a grass-roots effort by two community members to gather a few central New Jersey farms in 2004 has grown to become an integral part of hundreds of families’ lives in central Jersey each week.
I confess I need to sleep with blinders on Until hypocrisy vanishes Like folks celebrating Covid19 front-line workers With pots and pans and spectacular military flyovers Meanwhile those heroes go to war Poorly armed Against an invisible, overpowering enemy Effusive gestures used like protec…
Georgia primary election, June 9, 2020 This Georgia peach has a rotten past in laws that set up literacy tests and poll taxes and leaders that planted fear to stop blacks from voting. In the shade and steps of Lincoln, a young MLK called out “give us the ballot.” yet it would take years and […]
His insults flew across the land and no one seemed to care. His hatred of the vigilant press the public did not scare. The good advisors Trump first hired could have calmed him down But quickly he disposed of them and no one seemed to frown. He called on Russia, met with Kim, and jettisoned […]
