Curled, crisp and brown, clinging to the twig, an oak leaf twists and turns in the breeze. Driven by the winter storms, sheathed at times with ice, not until soft spring whispers, and the twig swells with new life, does the leaf release its hold. Blown into a … [Read more...] about Oak Leaf
Mary Beal
Poetry in Essex
Is there life in Essex, NY after the July 4th holidays? Absolutely. And poetry too! On Tuesday night I witnessed plenty of both at the Adirondack Art Association. A month after the first Essex poetry reading, the old firehouse in downtown Essex once again summoned Champlain … [Read more...] about Poetry in Essex