by Sherry Jennings The peach fell from the tree. I plucked it from the tillering grasses. Ripe, warm, juicy, the sweet, sticky nectar slid across my lips, circling the contours of my cheeks. The sun juice dripped from my chin; droplets rolling to my elbows as I held the succulent fruit to my mouth.Continue reading “The Gift”
Category Archives: Poetry
Home Concert
by Ann B. Day Rain: flute drops against the yellow leaves, flat on twigs and trunks of blackened trees. Rain: strings slide down the silver panes, beyond the puffs of popular gold on hills and wooded lanes. Rain: piano plays a beating bass upon still waters of the pond, where circles interlace. The afternoon of music minglesContinue reading “Home Concert”
East Boothbay
by Rodger Martin Just beyond the looking glass of dawn when the cormorants reel and swoop down over glassy water and up above the threaded needles of the boatyard masts, the shock of the welder’s arc, a spray of white sparks, and grumble of diesel help the yard of Goudy and Stevens give birth toContinue reading “East Boothbay”
Kayaking Streeter Pond: Seasonal Rentals
by Irma Haggerty Winter’s chill past, the lakeside dwellings belong again to me. Quietly as deep water currents, I kayak by them, share their space and reflect. Behind a thicket, I have heard harsh sounds, discordant engine-driven cuts delivering lumber measured to fit precut logs, a rustic build, its russet roof shingles finally showing aboveContinue reading “Kayaking Streeter Pond: Seasonal Rentals”
New Hampshire Notches in December
by Parker Towle Crawford Notch—no views, today watery snow crusts the headlights, pebbles the windshield. Deepening ruts of a car that struggles up ahead swerve with no center lines to guide. When he stops to strip ice, wet snow swirls down his neck. Back inside his reddened hands clutch the wheel. It’s too late toContinue reading “New Hampshire Notches in December”
Winter Chores
by Ann B. Day I trek to the barn in the icy pre-light; the frozen air stings and pulls my skin tight. Boots squeak on the snow where footsteps have gone into the sharpness of a mid-winter dawn. The cattle stand lined in rigid regime, their breath surrounds them with frigid steam. Frost etches theContinue reading “Winter Chores”
On Walking Through the Woods
in Deep Snow During a Blizzard Wearing Sneakers by Nori Odoi First observe: That you have decided to do this That the depth of snow varies sometimes to your ankles sometimes to your knees sometimes to your hip That there is an icy crust sometimes it will hold you sometimes it won’t Sometimes it willContinue reading “On Walking Through the Woods”
Remembrance
by Parker Towle And so she puts extra leaves in the table, sets it for us with old china from her mother and silver purchased out of the frugality of the Great Depression. Vegetables, as from her husband’s garden steam on the stove. One great granddaughter in crinoline skirt chases another in a tousled redContinue reading “Remembrance”
New England Memories 