The Maine
An artful dialogue about the wonders of the state.

Work Ethic, or Why I Bloodied Myself at the Inn Square

poem by Dave Morrison


poem by Dave Morrison Genesis and the sun cracked the blackness and pushed its golden fingers through the translucent leaves, the dusty attic windows, pillars and railings and a sleeping girl’s eyelashes, and the air stirred and the birds shouted at each other and drops of dew shone on the tips of grass like glass […]

Maine Farmland Trust