Ron Koertge: An Old Farmer
still has a few cows and goats he helped into this world, then fed with a bottle. They follow him everywhere, eyes rolled up in adoration.
June 12, 2025 · 11 Comments
Wendy Mnookin: In the Small Rotary
where Route 100 meets School Street,
two cows graze.
March 2, 2022 · 1 Comment
Sean Sexton: Poem Letter to Rick Campbell
A soft-spoken vision runs their gamut
to the end of your pages, a universe far away from mine, yet, by your
gifts, remains within reach as the ruckus of the interstate in the distance
when the wind is out of the West on such a morning as this.
February 10, 2022 · 5 Comments