poetry
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Poet’s Corner: A song for winter
Winter’s Delicate Solitude This is the closing-in time of year: The weary earth rests, leans back and retires; Pine-quilted hills guard the brink of the world, Horizons…
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Poet’s Corner: Into the depths of winter
Winter Solstice The dry rustle of leaves is what I remember, and the lateness of the hour — moon yet to appear. Something ending, something about to…
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Poetry: After Thanksgiving
Not enough mud to say it’s mud season yet. That’s in March, April and May. Just enough for the deer to leave a good impression. On…
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Poet’s Corner: The Path of Water
In Whom We Live and Move and Have our Being It’s October Snow geese fly far above the trees in sleek silence. Canada geese circle noisily above…
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Poetry: October in Vermont
Hillsides ablaze with color orchards open for picking offering fresh cider and doughnuts. Harvest dinners, farmers markets crisp cool nights under down quilts, at every turn a new…
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A fall poem: Columbus’ Discovery
My woodpile ain’t pretty, bent, forked, not sawn square short, long, fat and gnarly like an old wizard’s hair. Stacked cut colors aren’t even ends dapple the…
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Major Jackson to speak at Vermont Book Shop
MIDDLEBURY — Poet, University of Vermont professor and guest editor of “The Best American Poetry 2019,” Major Jackson presents this new published annual collection with featured poets Didi…
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Poetry: Announcer (in memory of Russ Reilly)
Russ Reilly, who among other things was a long-time announcer at Middlebury College football games, died July 24. A memorial service will be held at Mead Chapel on…
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VUHS alum wins prestigious poetry award
VERGENNES — As far back as she can remember, Alexandria Hall considered herself a poet. “Even before I could write I was creating these little books of stories…
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Letter to the editor: Big Midd Dig
A situation stings perception. Observation spurs inspection. Detection demands correction. Intervention assumes commotion. Convention begets conception. Imagination pursues invention. Inception fuels apprehension. Aggravation sparks improvisation. Construction eases reservation.…
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Poet’s Corner: Of mist and morning
Inside Ducks of the early morning lake vee into nearby reeds, early summer rustling toward flight while…
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Poetry: Today the Baby Crawled on Me
Editor’s note: Toby Baker-Rouse was a 9-year-old fourth-grader in Middlebury when he submitted this poem to the Young Writers Project this past school year. Today The Baby…
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Letter to the editor: Does He Know How I Feel?
Abraham Lincoln sat peacefully in the National Lincoln Memorial. A tear drop fell. Our National Statue of Liberty stood peacefully on our NYC shore. A tear drop fell.…
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Cornwall poet reflects on ‘time inside’ a prison
CORNWALL — When’s the last time you wrote a poem? For some of us, it was a long time ago… like, before Facebook, OMG — back when journals…
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Poetry: To all the people who hate Muslims
Do I scare you? They call it Islamophobia after all. Do I scare you? Does my family scare you? Let me give you a summary of us, in…