Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Robert Petrillo of Westbrook.   Zephyrus Unbound By Robert Petrillo   A windstorm swept the region’s broken trees – the county’s roads and neighborhoods are strewn today with lifeless limbs and rough debris, the crumpled dead that from their homes were hewn. On carnage-matted ground the yellow […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Mike Bove of Portland and Southern Maine Community College.   Taking Aim By Mike Bove   Out over the worn path     at the end of your road, we walked to the sand pit     where you stopped short and put a rifle in my […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Jim Donnelly of Westbrook.   Harvesting Hearts . . . (For Dennis Camire and Dave Moreau) By Jim Donnelly   I’m harvesting hearts   at the all night gas and variety and the dearth, despite the well-stocked shelves   of that thing most vital we need for […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Patricia Smith Ranzoni, poet laureate of Bucksport.   THE SWAMP’S FROZEN SOLID By Patricia Smith Ranzoni   But the raven yells to me all the more from atop the pointed evergreens. “What did you bring,” he wants to know.   He and the eagle will vie […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by former Portsmouth Poet Laureate John-Michael Albert.   Birdseed on the Snow By John-Michael Albert   Like the rime of salt left by the vapors of a shrinking lake; like a guest too quick to depart, trailing traces of himself   so others might puzzle out who he […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Michelle Menting of Belfast. Her most recent book is “Leaves Surface Like Skin,” published by Terrapin Books.   First Snow Aubade By Michelle Menting   Now suncups pock the feeder, and the birds scratch seeds from flakes. Last night, we thought we heard a loon lost […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week we offer two poems by Anne Wyman Holmes of Nobleboro.   FOG By Anne Wyman Holmes   Old man cloud        wanders in between the islands, Licking the ledges,        skimming the water, Veiling the black trees and rocks. He leaves a space     […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem in by Mark Melnicove of Falmouth.   How can you tell By Mark Melnicove   How can you tell if you are a bluesy bird disguised as a human, or a human disguised as that bird? And if you are a human, you might be a ghost without name […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Maine Poet Laureate Stuart Kestenbaum of Deere Isle.   Listening to Stones Venus de Milo at the Louvre for Bruce Bulger By Stuart Kestenbaum   At first there are so many people crowded around her   with cameras, smartphones and iPads that it looks like a […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by David McCann of Higgin’s Beach.   Sand By David McCann   above the river, dry, white, bits of eelgrass, barks under the feet like a seal;   to be distinguished from the beach sand in all discernible ways the same without the bark.   Wet expanse of […]