Letter to the Editor: There’s irony in football while problems mount

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

What was it like to attend Bianca Stone’s book launch? J.T. Price takes us there…

Community members are invited to join in on a months-long celebration of poetry kicking off in Bristol this week.

“Luci loved the natural world, and over her life as a poet she practiced what it meant to be attentive.”

“Rails/on a sleigh for the ride up to/Bread Loaf. Its rising mountain./ Its writers, porch-rocking, revising/their novels and poems, refusing/to correct a frozen typo.”

A poem by Abigail Balon, 14, of Panton was published by the Young Writers Project last month.

“Better to donate what we can./Give away our hearts,/Be lifted. Tenor to soprano./The phantoms in our barns,/Love struck in Panton’s stones.”

A poem in memory of Lia Smith.

A poem from Gary Margolis.

Cornwall family brings a new kind of sound that’s definitely worth a listen.

“Who wouldn’t want/to be led back to their century/their tent their house of stones?”

“Finding Hope Within” is a new exhibit at the Henry Sheldon Museum of Vermont History that features a collection of writings and artwork produced by incarcerated men and women in Vermont.

Where is the woodcutter’s youngest son,/ the poor widow’s clever daughter? Surely/ somewhere there’s an enchanted sword, a prince/ in bear’s clothing, a talking cat, a key/ to a secret door. Isn’t there a lamp?

In high-summer evening-light four barefoot Amish/ kids bend, pulling weeds from their garden./ My mother looks at them from the car window, smiles/ at the young woman on the porch who holds a baby close.

Let me note this morning I came/ across a coin, I thought, crossing/ Tully Road. Once a path for local/ soldiers. Farmers mostly. And nut/ gatherers. Its face looked more like/ a quarter. Washington’s. Until I looked/ more closely. Actually kneeled down.