Sanctuary, Refuge — Alan Crichton

Sanctuary, Refuge — Alan Crichton

I. I’m walking west on Pine in Philly, rear view university campus, wandering really, pretty lost & quite alone. No place home. My car – the green VW bus – my only refuge. Thin sleeping bag on the plywood sheet in the back. Vulnerable in a thousand ways that...
Poetry — Marcia Brown

Poetry — Marcia Brown

Marcia Brown’s poems in this selection give us first in “What Comes,”  the sense of childhood security, when a father seems to have everything–even a future storm– under control, or at least seems to. Then in “Sunday Afternoon, Late October, 1963,” we...
Poetry — Dawn Potter

Poetry — Dawn Potter

“Wealhtheow” takes us back to early English, to the sources of our literature. Potter says the name “Wealhtheow” refers to a character in Beowulf. She is Hrothgar’s queen but is barely mentioned in the poem. We see in this poem, as if contemporary...
Poetry — W.J. Herbert

Poetry — W.J. Herbert

Northern Parula Warbler I am happy to introduce W. J. Herbert to readers in Maine.  She moved to Portland about a year ago from California via New York. Wendy is a flutist as well as a poet and has published widely.  Her poem makes us all dream of spring and I love...
Women’s Worlds — Jane Bianco

Women’s Worlds — Jane Bianco

I have long been interested in what people surround themselves with in the places they call home. These two images are among those that intrigue me—pictures of interior rooms of homes—a bedroom, sitting room with a woman at their center—made about a century ago. With...