The years we lived in Cambridge by June Beisch first, in the apartment on the Charles River where the sycamores shed their skins to reveal a patched nakedness, a pied sensuality, then high up on the sixth floor in a grand apartment filled with English antiques and a grand piano. But when we found the […]

Mr Daley by W.S. Merwin Mr Daley could whistle between his teeth but just the one phrase over and over it was in the good old summertime and it made my mother sniff and shake her head as he pushed the big wooden spoon around and around the pot of flour paste he was mixing […]

A Clearing on Ruth Island by D. Nurkse The child sees the firefly off in the tall pines. It’s very late. I did not expect another summer, another child, so much darkness. She trots away to catch it. Possibly nine minutes later, she lopes back, barely winded. There is the light in her cupped hands. […]

Forethoughts – Buying a Farm by Jonathan Greene We thought we knew what we wanted, put earnest money down the day we first saw the farm (fools rush in). We wanted to be on water, and this has three-fifths of a mile of river frontage. Did not know we’d be here for five of the […]