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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

Poem: Patty Joe of Stonington, CT

Poem: Patty Joe of Stonington, CT »

By: Maelina Frattaroli

She worshipped the sunlight from the end of the marina, The way the tide did tricks in the moonlight When the world heard the lullaby of sea drift, Knowing,... more

Poem: In The Absence of Yellow Sea Glass

Poem: In The Absence of Yellow Sea Glass »

By: Maelina Frattaroli

  I As a family, we followed the tide To Clara’s beach, Two weeks before The next chemical wave Would block the flow And swallow her... more

Poem: This Clove of Land

Poem: This Clove of Land »

By: Amy Nawrocki

  offers its shamrock luck to the awaiting shoreline; chartreuse and zaffer pigments blend from happy accidents— sable canyons open like a... more