This week’s poem is by Tom Fallon of Rumford. On this first morning By Tom Fallon On this first morning before sun rise.   I wake.   Morning air unmoving over the dark lake. Water moving slow, quiet, breaking under hemlock. Stones in clear water. A bird squeals sweet in the trees. Quiet. Across the […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Bill Frayer of Lewiston. Unremarkable. By Bill Frayer He gazed at her with blue eyes rimmed in red over tea and eggs to start another day. She’d left her dream unfinished on the bed. Were they spent? Was all affection dead? They nibbled, sipped, not knowing […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Robert Paul Allen of Orland. Almost Home By Robert Paul Allen After last month’s cycle of chemo he stopped returning calls from hospice. The growing mass in his abdomen pushes up against his belt as he rolls his chair out onto the dock jutting into the […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Ruth Guillard of Bowdoinham. ROBINS IN WINTER By Ruth Guillard I met a man today who talked animatedly about the flock of robins he had seen, jumping chirping, swinging on bare branches. Everyone knows, he said, robins are a sign of spring. I did not tell […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Jeffrey Thomson of Farmington and the University of Farmington. In August, publisher Alice James Books will publish his new collection, “Half/Life: New and Selected Poems.” The Halo Brace—XXIV By Jeffrey Thomson There is a sound that rises every dawn, the morning windows striped with light, that […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Shelia Wellehan of Cape Elizabeth. It was first published in “The Fourth River.” Beach with No Name By Shelia Wellehan When you walk down rickety wood steps to the beach called Beach with No Name, you’re greeted by a headless flamingo who’s made of the palest […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Pam Burr Smith of Brunswick. Blackberry Books recently published her new collection “Near Stars: New and Selected Poems.” Morning Yoga Class By Pam Burr Smith The bowl rings four floors up from the Thai restaurant. We breathe and stretch in its sweet reaching smells. The morning […]