There is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest times
times
we will know it
we will know it
more than
ever
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space.
easthampton, ma
this is sinkhole poetry
the sinkhole arrived,
and we were not ready
On the night of October 1, 2026, the earth shook. Ferry Street crumbled into the earth and the Sinkhole was born.
At first, the people of Easthampton underestimated her—and she wasted no time putting us in our place. For more than six weeks now, the Sinkhole has upended and restructured civic life in our small town.
As we collectively yearn for the days before a gaping hole in the ground redirected all traffic onto one narrow, already congested street, we also invite you to consider the unexpected artistry of the Sinkhole.
In these dark days, does she call to you? What does she say?