Damariscotta River Oysters From Damariscotta’s bridge to the sea measures twelve miles, flickering in the sun. A river’s feast is laid, so all can see
L’inexplicable By Matt Dennison
L’inexplicable “Why don’t you write about me!” she wailed from the bed as he sat before his desk, lost in reverie. Without looking up, he
Two Poems By J. Weintraub
My Father’s Victory Garden: 1945 Once a farmer’s meadow, this plot of urban land beyond the shadows of the Lutheran church, a few blocks above
Always towards the Sun By Yuan Changming
Always towards the Sun Long long before long ago, Earth Was originally set within a koru Unfurling at every antlike moment Directly towards
Mingy By Clay Waters
Mingy Half-blind she came to claim our affection, playing the staircase game, tummy rubs, all she wished. Until the pain left her curled up
Pastoral By Joel Glickman
Pastoral The long night walks with slow and measured steps across a field to meet the coming dawn, his pockets filled with secrets of
Grand Little Things 