A meeting of writers will be meeting over Zoom on Sunday, January 24, 2021 at 7:00pm for their first meeting. Open to anyone in the North Country region, just use the info below to join in! ACW Executive Director, Nathalie Thill, will be helping to facilitate the initial meeting. Join Zoom Meetinghttps://zoom.us/j/4484210953 Meeting ID: 448 421 0953Dial … Continue reading New! Virtual Writers Group
SYZYGY by Edward Pontacoloni
February 14, Twenty-Twenty Dear Sometimes Y, Wish you were here! You would love the giddy weather and yokel ambiance. Sometimes it’s steamy hot. Sometimes it’s chilly, wintry even, like in the Yukon. Sometimes it’s dry, but sometimes it will rain enough to flood the Yucatan crater, a real gollywhomper. Sometimes I lay on the sunny, … Continue reading SYZYGY by Edward Pontacoloni
The Scent of Patchouli by Kimberly Bouchard
The scent of patchouli always brings her back to me.Her hair long, a deep brown with gray strands,Laugh lines that framed her lips,Reaching from nostrils to chin. She loved lemons and raw broccoliTogether in a salad she made for lunch,Ending with a ceremony of hibiscus teaAnd a small piece of chocolate. She went to Paris.Wrote … Continue reading The Scent of Patchouli by Kimberly Bouchard
Molasses Cookies by Susan Whiteman
Molasses. It has an unmistakable smell. A savory sweet—comforting, and old-timey. It bridges generations and molasses cookies always seem to be the right thing on a day that’s rainy or cold. When my husband and I purchased our first home---a townhome in New Jersey—it was in thebeginning stages of a new development. We were one … Continue reading Molasses Cookies by Susan Whiteman
Mother by Mary Perrin Scott
Closet door opensNew day beginsNeat row of jacketsawaits the pick of the day. Mom’s clothing hangs beforeme, mixed among my own.The smell of Downy dryer fluff,hers, not mine cominglingall pick up the smell. Slipping my arm intothe sleeve of her jacketmemories flood my mind. Red, yellow, blue, greenfrom her painted canvasto the inner closeta life … Continue reading Mother by Mary Perrin Scott
Hemlock, Sandalwood, Sage by Ron Lavalette
Today it’s hemlock smoke, orcedar and, under thin cloudsand the huge blue, I’m on ahillside, high, dreaming aboutwhat summer used to be like,how all the beautiful womenwalked up and down the beach,their brown eyes darker thantheir summered bodies, the sunnot much brighter than theirsmiles.And I remember thatonce I could smell sandalwoodor maybe it was sage … Continue reading Hemlock, Sandalwood, Sage by Ron Lavalette
Chosen Option by Sparker
this is forthose who just gotta sayor just gotta staybecause they are moved lateral, longitude; no languishingthis here, this now; this presence, this hopeprovides wings to lift the weary weight this is not something we wearno designation, but a designin time, in season, in truthwe continue to circle back this is not stuck; this is … Continue reading Chosen Option by Sparker
Nine Minutes by Phil Gallos
God knows, I tried to talk him out of it; but would he listen? Slade: my good buddy. Known him since we were toddlers, so you'd think he'd take my advice. He said my arguments “lacked credibility” because I was in love with Antoinette. Well, it's true. Yes, I was in love with her. Still … Continue reading Nine Minutes by Phil Gallos
The Bowling Widow by Ed Pontacoloni
The sirens preceded me. It was after midnight and raining when she called. “Can you come,” her voice was calm but unsure. “Alice! Why? What’s the matter?” I asked. “Please just come,” she begged and hung up. I quicklydressed, found the car keys and told the dog to go back to bed. It had been … Continue reading The Bowling Widow by Ed Pontacoloni
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