by Robert S. McCarthy I figured Adams Street and the South End were just fond memories. I was mistaken. Adams Street in the primarily Italian South End runs northeast three city blocks from Main Street to Ashmun Street. Joe Morello, later the drummer for The Dave Brubeck Quarter, was raised there, but I remember itContinue reading “Adams Street, Springfield, MA”
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Lake Host
by Brenna Manuel “You know bass fishermen…,” he goes on. He cranes his angled cheek up to look one eye closed my way. His torso bends forward straight to make perfect “L” to outboard motor with blades that glisten sharply in the sun. He pauses, sputters, “Best engines…,” he goes on. My brows go up-Continue reading “Lake Host”
Easter Cherog
by Elaine Reardon Sleep and stillness cling to my eyes. Morning light trickles through pine branches into the kitchen where yeast has raised soft pillows of cherog dough overnight. I slide the fragrance of warm yeast into the waiting oven. I kept the fire going last night to coddle the dough, to be kind toContinue reading “Easter Cherog”
Winter Sounds
by Elaine Reardon We’ve gotten used to sounds deep in a winter night, a sharp ping of the wood stove reaching some cooler temperature, muffled tumbles of a smoldering log, the creak of floorboards as if someone walked quietly. Downstairs the refrigerator hums, the water heater readjusts. What is shifting inside this house I wonder,Continue reading “Winter Sounds”
Great Blue Heron on the Swift River
by Linda Warren I vexed a Great Blue Heron as I walked the path along the catch-and-release section of this stream that flows year round, gift of the accidental wilderness around the reservoir that quenches Boston. She didn’t move far, just to another fallen log, an easy pebble toss from where I stood. She lookedContinue reading “Great Blue Heron on the Swift River”
Climbing Mount Monadnock
by Leslie Vogel I took a day off today, and a bright and beautiful day it was, too. I went to hike up the mountain, solo; although you couldn’t really call it solo because Mount Monadnock truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most climbed mountains in the world, especially on aContinue reading “Climbing Mount Monadnock”
They, Me & the Sea
by Berith Arragh Hogan Since first the ticks of time recorded me in attendance I have made a yearly pilgrimage to Cape Ann on Massachusetts’s rocky North Shore – on some lucky, and some sad, occasions the trip has exceeded the yearly dictate. Funerals, weddings, Thanksgivings, spring breaks, and deathbeds dot the calendar in between.Continue reading “They, Me & the Sea”
Dappled Days
by Theresa Hickey The grandeur of sky and sea is awesome, but in an orchard, one notices small wonders every season Each turn of weather bears fruit, cleaving to the vines clinging for clemency from storms Dimpled valentines of berries, tiny jewels—red and radiant black and blue—fill baskets Pierced in their prime, flushed pinks andContinue reading “Dappled Days”
New England Memories 