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Stamford’s King School unlocks students’ potential

Stamford’s King School unlocks students’ potential »

By: Rachel Precious

In listening to Head of School Elect Karen Eshoo talk about Stamford's King School, her voice is brimming with passion and enthusiasm. It's easy to see why: in... more

Stratford-upon-Housatonic

Stratford-upon-Housatonic »

By: Maelina Frattaroli

“We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.” -William Shakespeare; Henry... more

Against the Tide: Brett Elliott

Against the Tide: Brett Elliott »

By: Owen McDonald

Brett Elliott makes theater happen. He parlayed a gig managing his high school’s new auditorium at 18 into a theater degree from Michigan’s Saginaw Valley... more

Poem: Upon the Desert Wind

Poem: Upon the Desert Wind »

By: L. M. Browning

  I want to make a pilgrimage back to our homeland of sand, blood, and ripened figs. To unearth the garden I planted in another life the roots of... more

Poem: The Nomadic Soul

Poem: The Nomadic Soul »

By: L. M. Browning

  The caravan of the soul moves from body to body as a Bedouin moves his tent across the great desert. Each life is a marketplace in a different... more

Poem: Searching for Hidden Doors

Poem: Searching for Hidden Doors »

By: L. M. Browning

  You must be a child to find the hiding places where the unseen ones dwell just beyond the veil. The logic of the adult cannot think beyond the... more

Poem: The Housatonic at West Cornwall

Poem: The Housatonic at West Cornwall »

By: David K. Leff

"There’s no tonic like the Housatonic." —Oliver Wendell Holmes Shadowed by green humped hills, anglers cast into riffles and pocket-water where... more

Poem: Roots in the Sea

Poem: Roots in the Sea »

By: L. M. Browning

Written on Barn Island, Stonington, CT The channels of sea Meander through the dense reeds. Winding embankments Scallop the coast. The paths... more

Poem: The Mystic River

Poem: The Mystic River »

By: L. M. Browning

Written alongside the Mystic River, Mystic, CT The slow current of the river Is a balm for the overworked mind. Watching the continuous flow Of the... more

Poem: On The Far Side of Walden

Poem: On The Far Side of Walden »

By: L. M. Browning

Written at Walden Pond, Concord, MA Ankle-deep in mud Along the banks of Walden, I find my footing. Standing in the ruins of the cabin, I return... more

Poem: When We Last Made Applesauce

Poem: When We Last Made Applesauce »

By: Leslie McGrath

When we last made applesauce, we made our last love. For what other reason do blade and apple meet than separation? So I used the knife and you doused the... more

Poem: The Boat Builder’s Wife

Poem: The Boat Builder’s Wife »

By: Leslie McGrath

  I know there are others, see their traces on your clothing, the scratches, the bruises. Cara Mia’s mahogany curls clung like burrs to your... more

Poem: Fold

Poem: Fold »

By: Leslie McGrath

  From our bass boat’s slip on the Mystic it’s a two-bridge wait—bascule and swing bridge, before the river yawns into open water. But the... more

Poem: Stones

Poem: Stones »

By: David K. Leff

Pebbles are miraculous. —Josef Albers Something in sea-smoothed stones longs for my hand— restless ocean offspring absorbing stress like heat, like... more

Poem: Night Walk

Poem: Night Walk »

By: David K. Leff

  Night is a well-worn coat I slip into, wooly-plush and thick. There’s a viscosity and weight to the dark which feels as if it could be grasped... more

Poem: In the Cemetery of Dreams

Poem: In the Cemetery of Dreams »

By: David K. Leff

  Half its panels missing, the giant screen framed in rusting skeletal steel faces an audience of autumn olive thickets, tangled bittersweet and... more

Poem: Lost at Sea

Poem: Lost at Sea »

By: Joanie DiMartino

  “Mr. Howland overboard Oars were thrown then and waste boat cleared away... he went down before we could get to him.” —Logbook,... more

Poem: Hell’s Gates

Poem: Hell’s Gates »

By: Joanie DiMartino

  The smell of burning whale flesh stings the green hand’s nostrils bloody, even aloft he can’t escape it: smoke- laden sails he’s been... more

Poem: Dismantling the Try Works

Poem: Dismantling the Try Works »

By: Joanie DiMartino

“Watch employed Heaving the Try Works Overboard About 4 OClock PM finished & Washed Off Decks.” —Logbook, 12/11/1844, Charles W.... more

Poem: The Sea Washes Up

Poem: The Sea Washes Up »

By: Maelina Frattaroli

  Pawcatuck, Connecticut coast in March. The sea almost frozen in time—a wave Looming before My last conversation with you. High tide... more