Six Hudson Valley Furniture Makers You Need to Know

we’ve rounded up six furniture makers in the Mid-Hudson Valley that you should definitely have on your radar. Between them, they make everything from credenzas to beds to swings and light fixtures. If you’re setting up new digs or redecorating, it’s worth visiting these six masters of their craft to see what’s shakin’.

Recipe: Apple/Pear Sour Cocktail

Gardiner Liquid Mercantile is always experimenting with new ideas for their homemade cocktails. Their apple/pear sour—aka: A Clockwork Apple—is the first cocktail they made using Gable’s Apple Brandy as the base spirit. Over time, they developed the mix drink until the flavors were as close to perfect as they could get it. Originally an egg-white…

Poem: World Goes Round

And once again, ephemeral goes our night sky, yet not. Effervescence remains. The glow of stars. Our hearts. For those who may be in the dark, to help you out, we are at your disposal to solve any doubt that may arise. This is what we shall do: we shall go hand in hand to…

Poem: The Veselka

I was waiting for my order with Arthur and Curtis, my house painter cousin, at our Nouvelle Ukrainian coffee shop, when a young woman in tights and a jacket bumbled conspicuously to the rest room, dragging a huge pocketbook grabbed from another customer, it turned out. The manager followed her. He took the bag. She…

Poem: Lessons Not Learned

My mother has signed up for a workshop on light and composition. Why? For seven decades, you’ve breathed life onto paper and canvas designed space with an aerialist’s balance and grace captured vast essence with the simplest of tools: a pencil, a brush, a stick of pastel. The visiting instructor will, of course, praise her…

Poem: Oh Em Gee

diary, day ten body bubble blow, my squeak my sigh and tongue tip out to where’s the nipple? her breast, my ribs, my middle grown-up finger-tips cradle my tears, tummy wide my stretch, my curves my lips’ muscles search, my feet unfolding my mommy-daddy faces hovering inhaling just near, quiet my arms, enwrapping all cuddled…

Poem: What Could Be Better?

Almost daily now, I go to the train station to write. When I first get there I buy a cup of coffee and I take it outside to sit on one of the wooden benches. And as though patiently waiting for a train, I’ll watch the birds that have nests under the eaves coming and…

Poem: OMG

OMG What’s my world coming to! Things are changing so fast. If you can’t keep pace in this computer age—what’s one to do? But, if you hold the course, you’ve lost the race. How does one “log on” or “boot up”? I don’t know. The meaning of these expressions are new. Add to that the…

I’m with #MeToo | Letter to the Editor

To the Editor, I am writing to say how deeply disappointed I was to read Eric Francis Coppolino’s article on the #MeToo movement for the Planet Waves section in February. I found his words on this subject incredibly offensive. He promotes a victim-blaming mentality, as when he condescendingly reminds women that they already have a…

Overlooking Poetry | Letter to the Editor

To the Editor: What gives? You couldn’t celebrate National Poetry Month in the pages of your April issue? Not in the Book Reviews? Not in the Short Takes? The one and only mention a mediocre poem on the bottom right corner of page 57? Shame on you. —J. R. Solonche Professor Emeritus of English at…

A Poem by Richard Loranger

At the heart of this month blooms a myrtle. I am saying that because I want it to be. And in that way I have made the world, for an incomprehensibly small moment. And that is how the world is made, not by people, not by gods, but by everything wanting. Everything. The leaf gropes…

Poem: Platonic-Atomic Theory

How much does the steam cool between the coffee and our noses? What flavors does it take with it? How many times do we alter what we say halfway through our sentences? Two halves never make a whole. Even children jump in puddles before the sky reclaims it—but neither holds so strong the other doesn’t…

Poem: And He Said,

“If you’d seen the things I’d seen you’d never sleep throughout the night, but with you I fall asleep by 9pm. And I’d wash away the horror of my waking nightmare life with lovers I don’t love and other sin. But with you I breathe the freshest air, not even through a pipe, and I…

Poem: Withering Slights

I start to age 10 minutes out of bed More fragile than in the olden days but not yet dead My son-in-law hovers behind me when I walk In case I stumble as we talk My daughter gave me a three-pronged cane She concealed it in the quiche Lorraine A stranger volunteers his seat to…

Recipe: Pig Mac

Jesse Camac, owner of Heritage Food & Drink in Wappingers Falls, offers his deliciously indulgent spin on the sweetheart of fast food. This loaded pork burger, the Pig Mac, is sure to leave you stuffed, satisfied, and ready for a nap.


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