I sweep the dirt thinking about the debate. So much accumulates! Dust and wind In the corners of the porch pollen and spider webs; trapped insects sometimes fly free I try to use gentle strokes, but muscles often strain for force. Breathe out Mark Brown East Calais This poem was[Read More…]
Poetry
North Pole, Equator
Forced together In one place In one year We should be so lucky To build Our lives Our homes Here Ryan Andrus Hardwick This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
Love, Loss, Repeat
The oldish woman sat on the dock in the chilling shade reading a book, alone, except for a lone paddler in an orange kayak on the wind rippled lake. She purposely was sitting there to be by herself while she finished the last pages of a book that she didn’t want to end. It ended. She[Read More…]
Dance
Dance Soggy fog: the lake slumps.I was just about to wrap& ribbon it when the one perfect birthdaygift for you seized my wrist & wriggled & twistedoff-key to the wrong song the lakestill likes to pluck its shallow harpstrings to & sing. Martha Zweig, Hardwick This poem which first appeared[Read More…]
Jan. 19, 2025
Jan. 19, 2025 The Lions lost last night.A bummer of a game,A city’s joy deflated,|The ominousness of Monday,Looming as a dark cloud,That will hover,Overshadowing Dr. King,Portending bad times ahead … Ross Connelly, Hardwick This poem was posted at the Galaxy Bookshop in Hardwick for the VerseVillage celebration of April Poetry[Read More…]
Sleet
Sleet Sound all around like the drumming of drumsLouder than lightning longer than longEven in the shelter of a warm cosy houseEverlasting sleet pounds on the roofThe fire glows brightly and warms us all up Samuel Brown, East Calais This poem was posted at Front Seat Coffee, Hardwick, as part[Read More…]
A Cardinal in the Snow
A Cardinal in the Snow while cross country skiing with friendswe noticed the rich, vivid red of a cardinalin the middle of the rolling farm fieldabout a hundred yards away, alonein the snow, its slight flickering movementsa sign of life in the empty vast whitenesssharing a moment of joy and[Read More…]
Haiku For Home
Haiku For Home My village is oldBut we both are as momentsWe hear the riverIn the quiet nightWater of ten thousand yearsStill seek the same sea Victor Densmore, Hardwick This poem, written for the VerseVillage celebration for April Poetry Month, was a Front Seat staff pick and is printed on[Read More…]
Homo is not yet Sapiens
Homo is not yet Sapiens Some see this birthing-dying worldas a blaze of beauty.Some call it dark and dense.Some feel mainly Grace,some toil and pain.But some—no, most—to soothe their fear and vulnerability,apply for membershipon well-muscled teams,ones made fit for fight(euphemized as noble combat)which jockey againstone or more foes,clear-cast as “other,”while[Read More…]
