by Judith Harris | Oct 27, 2020
Paul Klee once said, “He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.” There are poets whose language takes on this kind of inevitability, something Rilke called the “unconcealedness of being,” which shimmers on, star-like and unbidden, shouldering the pain of...
by Susan Z. Ritz | Sep 3, 2020
From my window, I look out at Montpelier’s empty streets, trying to tune out the COVID-19 news updates that ping and bing on my phone, asking myself why this all feels so eerily familiar. I know this jumble of emotions. Fear, helplessness, despair, and also the sense...
by Alexandria Peary | Aug 31, 2020
A visit to the hair salon every seven or eight weeks for me is the emotional equivalent of attending a high school reunion, the kind where two popular girls, naturally both cheerleaders, rush you in the restroom line, singsong, “Are you married yet? We didn’t think...
by Mimi Dixon | Jul 19, 2020
The Dead are not under the earth They are in the rustling trees, they are in the groaning woods They are in the crying grass, they are in the moaning rocks...
by Denise Duhamel and Maureen Seaton | Jun 30, 2020
3.22.20 What is it like for you to walk by the sea now, my friend? The sea is roped off by yellow caution tape and orange barricades, the colors reminding me of jellyfish that sometimes wash up to the shore, that I sometimes mistake for toys....
by Charlotte Gross | Jun 12, 2020
A moose is not an elegant creature. Though powerful, those thick hindquarters, jug head, and humped back don’t arouse the same awe a mountain lion’s sleek muscles inspire. Moose legs, long and fine-boned as those of a racehorse, just look like...
