Star studded night
The searchlights shine brightly
It’s entertainment that I need
Up on the billboard, the title glitters
Wheeling’s own Broadway show
The walk of fame full of music stars
The time they sp...
Silence rings out
Along with the death of radiance,
I lay above and still
Listening to soft snores below.
As my eyes are forced shut,
A whistle cries out.
I turn myself to the noise
And look out afar.
Bonnie Thurston is a proud West Virginian woman who grew up in a remote southern part of the state. Her first introduction to the literary world was when her father would read bible stories to her before bed as...
Greenwood Cemetery, 151,
Of Wheeling, West Virginia,
Has yet to pass away.
Greenwood was born in March, 1866,
to the prominent citizens of Wheeling.
Lined with monuments of human s...
The Romantic Wheeling Project is a multi-genre place-based learning project where 12th grade Honors English students at Wheeling Park High School used themes of British Romanticism like Natural over Artificial,...
When David J. Thomas, originally from Burgettstown, PA, first came to West Liberty State College (WLSC) in 1970, he was a sophomore at Weirton Madonna High School (MHS). His early entry into WLSC was due to his...
* Title attributed to E. E. Cummings
The other evening I attended a musical program at Wheeling Jesuit University. Looking up from a table of delicious desserts after the performance, I saw Mary Hamm across th...
This Poet Laureate’s pace when he’s publicly reading his work is sometimes somewhat swift and steamed, but when Marc Harshman is embracing a conversation, the author chooses his words most carefully. He is arti...
there are new silhouettes in
this farm field at night now
and I hope that the shapes of
digits on this farmhouse clock
face tell of times the old
storms rolled through ‐ when
lightning lashed out at t...
just another Warwood brat, son of Clyde and Vera,
running the streets with Moe, Rudy, Mario, Bill, and Ray near North 20th
pacing the courts at the YMCA under his dad’s skeptical eye
lettering in three...
that railroad bridge sentence
spelled out in dark Cyrillic
letter struts overtop the Ohio
finally sang me a train song
this morning on such a snow
globe set stage where dead
drifted harmonies float do...
you once saw a bird
you remarked on her beauty
but she flew away instead
you once heard a bird
singing her sweet song
you didn't know the words
but you sang right along
you once felt...
cold porch lights chase
me thirty miles per hour
downhill to the Ohio past
bison in greasy fields
old company town hollow
filled by skinny creek
run full of yellow dog
seeps out back behind a
My mind and my mouth don’t always agree. My mind says, “Just walk away,” but my mouth is the only thing that starts moving. My mind says, “Just let it go,” but my mouth prepares for battle. You know how the ...
(I was honored to be a speaker at this year's City of Wheeling Martin Luther King Interfaith Gathering for Freedom. I read this poem, which I wrote especially for the occasion.)
away from Auschw...
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Soon comes the eve whose dawn shall be autumn
Where the woodland sheds all, to be raked and forgotten
With damp leaf puddles on each road and lawn
The Wheeling Feeling..
“The Friendly city” so it’s called,
Along the Ohio River it lays sprawled.
Nestled in the hills where so few know,
If you blink you’ll miss it, though.
It’s a city ...
They wrote on-the-spot poems for $5 on really old typewriters right there in front of everyone. One of the composers was Bethany College’s Jessie Janeshek, and the other was Marc Harshman, the poet laureate of ...
A flush of green
Lilac, lavender, sweet
the soft puff of dandelion seeds
A hawk gliding on a breeze
Caterpillars bungee jump from trees
Wheeling Creek hushed by leaves
A couple sitting on its bank