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We are deeply saddened to report that Dave Foreman passed away last night peacefully,

Every stump is sacred. Every stump a saint. Every silted river a church to which the

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By Gary Lawless Coming to Stone My grandfather, Lester Dow, came from Prospect,

Editors’ Note: Occasionally, the word art of poetry conveys something much

9,000 feet, 7 AM, 20 degrees: First snow paints the bald pate above tree line on

Do the loons tell their children stories of this lake? Do the stones remember the

We were listening to the sound The ice makes – “too much!” says Nanao We were

—for Joan and Peter Wood  Mid-March in the Clove, between the Backslabs and Lost