for Louise by Deborah Murphy Acorns fall from branches, tattoo the driveway and yard, a mosaic of caps and stems and hard knots, too many even for the squirrels and chipmunks that dart across the lawn, race into trees. When I was young, you gathered handfuls of stray buttons, stored them in a quilted box.Continue reading “Mast Year”
Category Archives: Poetry
Two Haiku
by Tom Sacramona (Concord, Massachusetts) Author’s Ridge even the well-trodden graves have busy ants old church bell filling the slopes with children
Silent Words
by Jodi C. Williams Satin in creamy waves falls downward, hovers just above the floor, hiding wheels and the collapsible stand the walnut coffin is laid on. I feign aloofness, lean like collapsed cardboard against the wall, snippets of words from quiet conversations flit like fireflies appearing, then fading into the background. A laugh snortingContinue reading “Silent Words”
New Hampshire Scallion
by Rodger Martin Up here, for once, humans keep silent like parents gone for the weekend leaving a house of spaces a child must fill. It is April—before the garden and still cold. The early sun tries to warm all it touches, but the breeze steals what heat it can. In most of this northern,Continue reading “New Hampshire Scallion”
Road To Tinmouth
by Ann B. Day On the back road through Danby Four Corners I was shrouded in fog and damp muggies. Leaves and grass were limp in the humid air. Light rain spotted the windshield, I didn’t close the windows. I drove up the hill toward a farm: white, paint-peeling house on right, gray-boarded, tin-roofed barnContinue reading “Road To Tinmouth”
Lake Hymn
by Lori Douglas Clark Clouds painted in wisps and puffs hang motionless over the lake. Languid blue sky day when time stretches luxuriously, like a cat in love with the arch of its spine. A day when time loops back on itself, this moment becoming past moments filled to the brim with water and sky,Continue reading “Lake Hymn”
Remembering Mary
by Ann B. Day Every day I drive by her barn-red farmhouse where she had lived since the turn of the century. No electricity; at night an oil lamp glowed in her kitchen window. Against the wall of her linoleum-floored kitchen her water, piped from a spring, ran a steady stream into an iron sink,Continue reading “Remembering Mary”
Late Fall—Keene, New Hampshire
by Stephanie Minteer We did not get the early season snowstorm, so was it national news or overtime envy that pushed Public Works to be out in their front-end loaders and dump trucks to pick up leaves, piles and piles of them— oak, maple, elm, and ash—along the boulevards, heavy equipment at the ready toContinue reading “Late Fall—Keene, New Hampshire”
New England Memories 