Gary Margolis
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Poetry: Remembering our dentist, Harvey Green
Known for humming when he drilled./Singing, his kind of Novocaine.
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Letter to the editor: A poetic take on recent racist incident at Bread Loaf
My Fellow Bread Loafers Unlikely you’ve read or heard yet. There are sheets, inscribed. Hanging from the Inn’s deck. Nailed to an Annex post. One, across the…
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Letter to the editor: Police are true public servants
Standing at Greg’s noontime, deli counter, next to one of our Middlebury police officers, I said, Hi, He extended his hand, his name, We greeted each other.
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Poetry: My bugle, my flag
The state suggests I bring in my bird/ feeders./ If I don’t want to find myself/ staring into two dark eyes./ If I have enough courage./ To step…
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A Cornwall poem
“I can’t say I don’t look forward to this once-/a-year. When I’ll bump into you, elbow one/of my neighbors. By the history table.”
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Poetry: At the vigil
No one could say who they were./ The men at the perimeter./ Why they appeared in uniforms./ Seemed to be wearing badges/ stitched into their shirts./ At this…
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Review: Margolis captures simple moments in poetry
As the title implies, the featured collection gives readers Margolis’s understanding of what it means to be happy. However, by no means should this indicate that every single…
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Poetry: This brave state of Vermont and its residents
Gratitude to all of you for checking-in./ Calling me in the middle of the night,/ to see if I’m not trying to get some sleep,/ sleeping on my…
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Poetry: Without retiring
For Peter Lebenbaum and his long service with the Counseling Service of Addison County.
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Poetry: Midterms
Here in Cornwall, my small town/ in Vermont, a precinct of deer/ and leaves, I like to think/ Of my neighbors who are likely/ to volunteer for anything.