Poem: Cross Street Bridge

I stood on the Cross Street Bridge with thirty or forty friends I didn’t know our presence and the signs we held the banners and flags unfurled proclaimed our disdain for ICE roaming the streets of America the murders in Houston and Biddeford fresh in our minds and hearts I said their names silently screaming inside Lorenzo Salgado Araujo Johan Sebastian Duran Guerrero   we stood on the Cross Street Bridge 4:00-5:00 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon strangers and people we knew all of us neighbors protestin … (read more)

Poem by Gary Margolis of Cornwall

For Representative Peter Conlon, retiring

Cornwall’s long term Evergreen cemetery caretaker, Viet Nam vet, Richard Bruso, died this week. 

‘We didn’t know we would mourn today.”

Problems beset our nation, but at least there’s still football.

Susan Jefts offers her review of a poem by Cornwall writer Michael Collier.