Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Leonore Hildebrandt, who teaches at the University of Maine at Orono and who just published “Where You Happen to Be,” by Deerbrook Editions.   Buddha at the Crossroads By Leonore Hildebrandt   The Buddha’s stone feet rest on the cave’s floor. Seven stories high, a window […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Jeri Thereault of South Portland.   radiant After “Radiant Persian Pair,” Dale Chihuly 2003 By Jeri Thereault   blossoms swell to globes of swallowed summer goldfinch-flit canola field crayola kitchen lit by biscuits & lemons pears in a bowl two Fiesta creamers one sunflower one daffodil […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Bruce Guernsey of Bethel. His most recent book is “From Rain: Selected Poems,” from Ecco Qua Press, 2012.   THE WALL By Bruce Guernsey   Someone has opened a giant map and with the tips of our fingers, each of us suddenly blind, we track the […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Tom Fallon, whose recent book of poems, “NOW,” presents his unique literary direction among Maine writers. He lives in southwestern Maine.   Off the road By Tom Fallon   off the road, into tall grasses, wild bushes, ferns green, dripping rainwater globules   scooching I am […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by former Maine State Poet Laureate Betsy Sholl of Portland.   Apple By Betsy Sholl   Crisp air, press of ladder rung on instep, tree sway and dappled light. Then stem twist and the weight of apple in hand—   reaching through that leafy light, did we […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by New Jersey transplant Jim Donnelly, who co-curates The Lowry’s Lodge Reading Series and who now resides in Westbrook.   Newark By Jim Donnelly   there was something in the poverty of that photo that touched her something that reared its way through the black and white […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Claire Herson of Winthrop.   Fences By Claire Herson   Beef cattle with eyes as soft as God watch me from the pasture, all heads turn as the car door opens, and I grab grocery bags balanced in each hand just as I carry their grain […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by a former editor of The Beloit Poetry Journal, John Rosenwald of Farmington.   Almost Dawn By John Rosenwald   Kids and grandkids still sleeping. I rise, go down to the dock, dive into the almost dark.   A slight squawk. “Ducks,” I think, when, suddenly, neck […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Megan Grumbling of Portland and is from her book “Booker’s Point,” which won the Vassar Miller Prize.   Through North Berwick’s Cemetery By Megan Grumbling    Good mornin’, Scheib! yells Booker to the graves, like George to Gracie, as we roll in. Scheib, that Scheib, the […]

Produced by Dennis Camire This week’s poem is by Sheila Wellehan of Cape Elizabeth. The poem first appeared in the Ekphrastic Review.   My Life with Matisse By Sheila Wellehan   I drink Matisse first thing in the morning. I breathe Matisse all day long. I eat Matisse in the evening. I dream Matisse midnight […]