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Prose & Poetry
  • Published
    March 29, 2013

    Mud season

    Snow. Sleet. Freezing rain. Rain. The forecaster forecasts wetness and pain. Snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain. I pull on these boots again and again. Snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain. My poor toes are froze As I mush through the slush. Gotta shovel the steps And plow the darn lane. 'Cause it's snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain. My knees freeze and there's ice on my brain. I slip splat flat, and my butt gets a ...

  • Published
    March 29, 2013

    Tears of Sorrow

    We sing to you, America, though we prefer to be at home. The Super Bowl was not our choice, Newtown we hope will recover soon. We don’t expect to see more guns, except in our bad dreams. We sing to you, America, though we prefer to be at home. Our choir did not disappoint, We were proud to sing before so many. It was not until the second half that a flood of tears put out the lights. So far we have escaped the ...

  • Published
    March 22, 2013

    The Fire at Jay Hill

    The sleeper woke and spotted the fire, called the station to bring the water pumped through hoses; victims coughed in smoke and watched trucks drive up hills so steep, bearing equipment coated in ice and snow. Those on upper floors considered a jump. Once as a child, I made ski jumps for races after school on fields of glowing fire, a setting sun red against the snow crystallized in freezing water, and I ran ...

  • Published
    March 14, 2013

    Farewell (to Nicholas)

    The great heron rises In early winter air, Stillness, and dim sun Silver on wings! Wing strokes Are heart beats. Farewell, great spirit I loved. Catharine S. Baker of Spruce Head wrote this poem following the death of her husband, Nicholas Snow, in late 2012. She said it was her attempt to "let his spirit fly." ***** Waldoboro poetry reading March 20 WALDOBORO — There will be a poetry reading on Wednesday,...

  • Published
    March 1, 2013

    Island Rings

    Martha's Vineyard Island enchanted area just a stone's throw from Cape Cod, Like a secret hiding place set among gulls, Atlantic swells and right whales. That summer in '72 two sisters emerged on the threshold of adulthood forever strengthening the bond that only sisters can share in deep understanding, communication without voices, the same smiles and sense of humor; bound in strong kinship. Years have gone ...

  • Published
    February 22, 2013

    A day of fog and beauty

    For Shubhra Chand A Japanese painting closed in I cannot see the ocean one hundred yards away from across the world comes beauty unexpectedly on a machine I do not understand life here in Maine is mostly silent except for tourists proudly wearing their museum badges I like the silence it helps me think though music aids I have only approached the typewriter A few times since August 6th when God slowed traffic to...

  • Published
    February 22, 2013

    Coyotes

    The coyotes shrieked last night Guttural chirps and wails Under a starlit sky Just before midnight. Big-boned Maine coyotes Wolves, they say, in their blood. The dog, for once, shut up The cats trembled. Tonight We were all alive. In a dying world. Kathleen Fox, of Tenants Harbor, is a local artist and author of two recent award-winning books, and winner of an undergraduate poetry award many years ago. The ...

  • Published
    February 8, 2013

    Arctic Air: Rockport

    It slips and curls here from the north, so clear, And dries the grayish plumes from chimneys fast— So dry the fluffs of flames just disappear. It slides through trees, consumes exhaust cars cast, And reaches deep and clean into each lung Where moisture from a warmer world has clung. The bundled walkers with their dogs push through, The walkers’ heads all buried in thick cloth, Though air still slides inside: ...

  • Published
    February 1, 2013

    The Hitchhiker

    This first Open Mic entry is by George Chappell, a Rockland resident and member of The Courier-Gazette news staff. He participates in the Rockport Public Library's Poets' Corner Workshop. His book, "A Fresh Footpath: My New Life in Poetry" is available through Pell Press in Rockport. His new poem, "The Hitchhiker" has never been published previously. Gearing, winding, down U.S. Highway One, big diesel trucks ...

  • Published
    March 10, 2012

    LiveCell, Chapter 4, Section 1

    This is the ninth installment of "LiveCell" by Belfast author Eric Green. You can find the previous installments on VillageSoup.com (Soup Select subscribers only). "LiveCell" is also available in local stores or from online bookstores. To learn more about the "LiveCell" contest and win cash or artwork, go to cadentpublishing.com/contest. In the last installment, Mary lost the pool tournament by following Nick's ...

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