poetry
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Poetry: Good night, Ilsley
Good night, Ilsley, our old friend./ With thanks and admiration\ we’ll watch with eager eyes and hearts/ your budding transformation.
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This month in poetry: One of a living crowd
There’s something happening, don’t you think?/ Do you feel it under the brown crusted snow,/ under the wanting to break sky.
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Letter to the editor: Getting up early: lacrosse athletes & farmworkers
It’s not my place to suggest/ to your coach, she bus you/ to one of our Addison County/ farms. If you have to be in/ the Field House…
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Letter to the editor: Political realities spark creative pragmatism
As our political realities continue to shift in unexpected and unwanted ways, the writer has had several conversations with friends and family about where their thoughts are. A…
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This month in poetry: On the edge of empire
I’m so low on the priority list/ I’m almost trackless./ I don’t use stealth./ I don’t scramble my signals./ I don’t have a double message.
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Poetry: January 20th
Oh my director of the national/ portrait gallery/ of owls./ Oh what I wouldn’t give for you/ to leave your doors/ open. For me not to have to/…
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Local ‘treasure’ notices importance of poetry
David Weinstock has been the shepherd of several poetry groups, including the Otter Creek Poetry Workshop, which has met every Thursday (except Thanksgiving) for the past 27 years.
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This month in poetry: The dimming season
I try to see what’s before me, hold close/ the light as the light is, as it makes its/ diminishing way toward Solstice.
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Letter to the editor: The ‘arc of the moral universe’ is longer than ideal
The arc of history and all,/ you know, bending toward justice./ We seem to be somewhere/ along the upper reaches/ of that arc, where the air is thin.
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This month in poetry: On the inside of summer
The peony buds swelled for days/ as the ants unfastened the blooms/ now a shower has left them/ lying open in the grass.
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The month in poetry: First findings, first loves
I met you after school/ where you told me you’d be waiting./ Your sweaty fingers encircled my wrist/ pulling me through the thicket and/ as I watched pink…
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Poetry: Make myself remember
I have to make myself remember/ The skillful fingers that used to push/ A needle through calico layers/ Making the tiniest stitches/ Intricate, patient designs/ Around the square…
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Bianca Stone will be the next Vermont Poet Laureate
Governor Phil Scott has named award-winning Brandon poet and teacher Bianca Stone the next Vermont Poet Laureate.
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Poetry for everyone: Weybridge haiku contest winners
Weybridge’s Sixth Annual Haiku Contest asked Vermonters to reflect on these challenging times. Reflect they did with 51 writers submitting 443 haikus. As in past contests, the themes…
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The month in poetry: On waking slowly
Eyes closed at first,/ wintering inside the earth,/ black matted fur/ dampness pressing soft eyelids/ shut to outlast frost/ heaving around him.
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Town Hall Theater opens the Poetry Cafe, April 21
A poet once wrote: “Winter’s done, and April’s in the skies, Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes!”