HARDWICK – Hardwick Elementary School (HES) music teacher Jess Zehngut has been selected as a recipient of the Music Will National Instrument Fund, a highly competitive national award with only 11% of applicants chosen. Through this grant, HES will receive new instruments and resources to expand its music program and[Read More…]
Entertainment
“Quest” an ambitious play with huge cast
CABOT – The Cabot Community Theatre gave five stagings of a very ambitious play last week at the Cabot School Performing Arts Center, divided into two acts with five scenes in the first half and four scenes in the second half, involving a huge cast of four dozen children and adults.[Read More…]
Museum is on a mission of “glorious obscurity”
GLOVER — The Northeast Kingdom is a place defined by its rugged individualism, hyper-traditionalists, some of the last true hippies of North America, and, of course, regular, everyday people. At least that’s how Clare Dolan explains it. Clare Dolan’s property, just south of Glover on Route 16, consists of many[Read More…]
Live “Punch” show, May 16, 17
HARDWICK – Modern Times Theater Presents “The Perils of Mr. Punch” at The Civic StandardSaturday, May 16, and Sunday May 17, at 1 p.m. The hand puppets are created from up-cycled designer trash and performed in a puppet stage. The show is hosted by Rose Friedman. Justin Lander portrays all[Read More…]
A Verse a Day
A verse a daykeeps the doctor at playwith patients who sufferPlay Deficit Disorder.Poems provoke reflectionAnd ward off infectionby the day’s newsand evening blues.No known negative side effects. Trish Passmore Ally, Greensboro This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
The Season of Being
I glide my sandaled feet over cool fescue grassthat is recently dappled with crimson maple leavesas I ponder if I am feeling the correct amount of gratitude.Appreciation is fleetingif I allow the assassins of peace to redirect my interest.Am I looking for something I will always want?My overgrown garden craves[Read More…]
Chocolate and Wafer
KitKat, oh KitKat,Where art thou thee?So sweet and delicious,So chocolatey and non-nutritious! You bring joy and loveWith your chocolate and wafer.Now, let me eat you!In my stomach you will be safer. From Halloween to EasterTo Christmas break.Let’s stop and enjoy a KitKatFor goodness sake! Aiden Baker, Hardwick This poem was[Read More…]
I Grew You Sunflowers
Today I brought you sunflowers, the ones I grew just for you.As I planted them, and watched them grow,the memories of you began to show. I remember meeting you years ago—a bouncing, beautiful little girl with so much to show.The sunflowers grew, just as you did,reminding me of prom, graduation,[Read More…]
Reality
No judge. No jury. No trial.Put him on the ground.Shoot him.He’s dead. Ross Connelly, Hardwick This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
wild
remember punk.punk doesn’t care if you have big bonespunk doesn’t stopremember punk. Catherine Eaton, Walden This poem was written for the Verse-Village celebration of April Poetry Month.
Upon Hearing the News
I step outside and hear birdsong on the -14 degrees sunny March morningand the laughter from my daughter sliding, face first, down a bank of snow.Beside the woodstove, I feel the warm embrace of my loveand see the brightness of felted wool glowing on our dining table.Later, I bask the illumination of the full[Read More…]
The Eldest Game
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hidingunder tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden /separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h countingendlessly endlessly[Read More…]
