Op/Ed
Poetry: Call Richard Webb
Before the wind takes it. Before the voles make a home of it.
Or a trunk-borer.
Before the orioles weave one nest too many.
Or later, in December, the snow weighs heavily for the thundering branch
to go under.
And looking ahead again
to next summer, the tail end
of a hurricane, whipping the leaves into their fury and filling the choked-up
gutters.
Before anything else can happen. Call Richard and his webb
of chainsaws.
His hundred-foot mechanical ladder. His throne
of a bucket.
He rises in.
One branch-to-another.
Opening a hole to the sky. Dropping the dead,
the queen box-elder.
— Gary Margolis, Cornwall
More News
Education Op/Ed
Editorial: School budgets deserve OK, but process needs tweaking
As voters within MAUSD learned this past week, defeating such budgets have real consequenc … (read more)
Op/Ed
Living Together: Poverty causes trauma in children
In my decades of work with disadvantaged Vermonters, I have seen assistance programs come … (read more)
Op/Ed
Ways of Seeing: Kite flying proves a fun reminder
This Easter, feeling so sad about the ways of the world as well as recent personal losses, … (read more)