Poem A Day – Sept. 18, 2016
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Strange Celestial Roads
Adrian Matejka
There’s a father sleeping it off in every master bedroom
of the cul-de-sac the morning after, so Saturday
morning is a snooze. ... Continue Reading →
A Sporting View – The Simple Olympics
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By Mark Vasto
If there was one consistent takeaway for America from these past Olympics it is that: 1) we have the best athletes (and sport outfitters) in the world, and ... Continue Reading →
Sports Quiz – Sept. 17, 2016
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By Chris Richcreek
Questions
When was the last time before 2015 (Virginia) that an ACC baseball team won the College World Series?
In 2015, Mark Melancon set a Pittsburgh ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 17, 2016
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Harmony
Aaron Fagan
Sisyphus punches in, each morning,
At a mountain he must face all day,
In hell, for eternity, and at night,
Having not reached the summit
Again, he walks ... Continue Reading →
St. John of the Cross Apple Harvest Festival Sunday
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This year’s St. John of the Cross Church Apple Harvest Festival will be held Sunday, Sept. 18, from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. at the Shepardson Community ... Continue Reading →
Middlebury P&Z denies day care, continues car wash hearing
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By TERRENCE S. MCAULIFFE
The Middlebury Planning and Zoning Commission (P&Z) at its Sept. 1 meeting denied a day care facility at the Crossroads East plaza, continued ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 16, 2016
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When America Cuts My Daughter’s Hair
Jenny Browne
every chair in the strip mall
salon where she rents
a little space of her own
reflects a face waiting
to make a change. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 15, 2016
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White Lobelia
Stephen Burt
Little megaphones,
we hang out in the garden center and gossip
with the petunias three seasons a year.
With leaves too small to resemble
thumbs ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 14, 2016
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The Coal Picker
Amy Lowell
He perches in the slime, inert,
Bedaubed with iridescent dirt.
The oil upon the puddles dries
To colours like a peacock’s eyes,
And half-submerged ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 13, 2016
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A Visit to the Asylum
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the windows
Would smile at me and call.
And in the ... Continue Reading →
