Spring Farm Day in Harlem Valley

Spring is a busy time on every kind of farm. On March 25, meet the farmers and food producers of Harlem Valley in Dutchess County, and follow along as they go through their seasonal activities, from boiling maple syrup to milking dairy cows to caring for baby goats.

ROCK FOR OUR LIVES! Benefit Concert in Woodstock

Almost a year after a proposed firearm storage law failed to find resolution at a Woodstock Town Board meeting, local philanthropic branding company Mazel Co. is kicking off “ROCK FOR OUR LIVES!,” a benefit concert for “national, regional, and local gun safety laws,” this Sunday March 11 at Colony Woodstock.

Poem: Tucson

The last time I saw my good friend the codger, he was as alert as I had ever known him, his poetry as Existential, but his knuckles were red with arthritis. They were inflamed, I supposed, by the dropping barometric pressure of an approaching late-season snow storm. In gravely Brooklynese, he told me that the…

What to Read in March 2018 | Hudson Valley Authors

Ladybug Girl and the Rescue DogsDavid Soman and Jacky Davis Penguin Random House, 2018, $17.99 Ladybug Girl is onto her next adventure: holding a pet parade. When she discovers rescue dogs at an adoption fair, she becomes inspired to get others to adopt them. Rosendale writer-illustrator duo Jacky Davis and David Soman tell the series’…

A Poem by Audrey Wojciechowski

Birds never question Their ability to fly They simply jump Out of the nest and Believe In the morning, I’m pulled to the east. In the evening, to the west. My gaze is always being drawn To what is beautiful and true. I would never turn my back on the sky, When it’s showing me…

Poem: Do Not Bury Me

Do not bury me: Set my body beside the tree on the hill Where fireflies light summer nights Wherever that might be—turn my head let my eyes look east on the rising sun That reaches us from Europe. Burn my cabin down with all of my books Because I know they do not hold anything…

Poem: A Quibble with the Highly Educated

They know nothing of madness and are therefore susceptible. Seek madness and you shall find it. Avoid madness and it shall seek you. Sanity is a narrow path, neither seeking nor avoiding. What does narrow mean? What if the birds stopped vectoring and scrawled cursive s’s in the folds of the sky? What you can…

Esteemed Reader

Esteemed Reader of Our Magazine: Speaking of heroes, on rare occasions I’ve met an exceptional person. These meetings transmitted something extraordinary, call it an energetic pattern, and not by hearsay or an inspiring story but in direct experience. I am not knocking mythology. In fact, I love well-constructed stories conveying the experience of heroic beings…

Poem: Sparks

Two sparks approach in the high grass. The meeting of their eyes ignites a flame. The mingling of blood in their cut palms set off a brilliant conflagration, seen for miles. Their friendship scorches the earth. –Every new adventure leaves a burning cross. –Every new idea leaves a tree split by lightning. For years, they…

Poem: Parabolic Skis

I called my friend I didn’t call him, I sent him A Text But he was my friend I said Dear Greg, I hate these new skis They bow out, like I’m not capable of Handling straight lines You understand, don’t you? My friend called me back He didn’t call me, he sent me A…

Poem: Emily Dickinson’s Garden, Twilight, 8/26/17

Miss Dickinson, Your garden is lovely in the twilight. The oak tree by your house Is larger and shadier Than it was in your day. Much has changed: The view from your window, The world beyond, the language. Still, the feeling of longing Remains the same: a long line of silk That the soul pulls…

Poem: Beauty

All the beauty singing in the background, The ubiquitous breastwork of loveliness Encompassed me, if I would but open my mind, At least as wide as I could open my eyes. This periscopic gaze, a gift to me As a toddler, slowly bleached, as I aged, Into the gray of the everyday Unfocused haze, when…

Poem: Entropy

Rust gnaws on a dilapidated Toyota pickup while water licks the shell of a ship reclined on the shallows and the gulls fret on the froth of the ocean’s churning deep. The child shrieks when a wave surges up and chomps down on her grainy castle, dragging its walls and battlements asunder. The dreamer on…

Poem: Basement Apartment

Down here, I know the lord has gained some weight His heavy footsteps strain Heaven’s hardwood floors More and more I think the sky is going to fall Up there, I know the lord is comfortable I can hear him take dehumidified breaths Opening his shades To let sunlight flood his smile Down here, the…

Poem: Armchair Recital

(Loosely inspired by the opening and closing cello passage to Andante of Brahms’ Second Piano Concerto) Vieux vielle vielle; Back, breast, rib, and spine Of classic pine and staving; Broad boards of shoulder rounded, Neck arched like a shepherd’s crook, Or a gaffer’s hook, Stooped with mild pangs And with steep pains That only oils…

Poem: Adam’s Dream

First there was this strange sensation. It felt like a finger running along my ribs. It was quick, firm, with neither pleasure nor pain. Then I was lying on my back. A great tree took root between my legs. In a moment it grew to its full height, swaying in the wind. Then it exploded…


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