Michael P.  Smith September Blog and E-newsletter A Note from Michael I was born in September in South Orange, which is officially a village, a town that always became extra beautiful to me when autumn came round. When I was thirteen I would walk up around Seton Hall, back when folks burned autumn leaves, at […]

MICHAEL P. SMITH NOVEMBER E-NEWS “At five o’clock the streets are dark Across the empty bandstand in the park And then I miss you most Miss you with the ache of long-lost things Of sunburnt arms and garden swings… November Twilight, must you stay” (I loved that lyric when I was fifteen, still do. Julie London […]