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The Barn that Dreamed of Being a Theater »
Think neighborhood block party. Add a little nachtmusik, a grand piano, an operatic tenor—and a barn. Don’t forget the barn. It wouldn’t be the... more
Poetry In Motion
- "The tin-top foot warmers with hot coals..."
- "Ride the gusts unto you, break upon your back..."
- "The dark molasses passing of time..."
- "Backseat-cozy in footed pajamas..."
- "Each life is a marketplace..."
- "The moorings holding my soul in place..."
- "Bud vase rose-less in this winter’s dusk..."
- "Lining the edge of the jetty / With shells and sea glass..."
- Stratford-upon-Housatonic
- "I, your tender, ferry you back..."
- "Bee-touched or butterfly-worthy..."
- "They briefly awaken to the rhythmic rumble..."
- "The heart is an hourglass, the dead stir..."
- "Candy-colored buoys tangled with line..."
- "The winds linger here in the wooded coves..."
- "Before the river yawns into open water..."
- "Into a river grown brighter than the sky..."
- "The momentary ripeness of this flesh..."
- "And I require some answer..."
- "Standing in the ruins of the cabin..."
- "As the din of the day is drowned..."
- Against the Tide: Brett Elliott
- "When the world heard the lullaby of sea drift..."
- "Black smoke surging toward the sky..."
- "You must be a child to find the hiding places..."
- "Once we would have caught each other’s glance..."
- "And my heaven, a chair by the hearth..."
- "A green salad of bottle shards and kelp..."
- "They leap from the curling, frothing roar..."
- "Something in sea-smoothed stones..."
- "In the watercolor of the morning..."
- "We scrub down the deck where the goose pen stood..."
- Stamford’s King School unlocks students’ potential
- "Joys and shame arise like deer..."
- "Sable canyons open like a giant’s sigh..."
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