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Mill Towns
When the owners chain the gates for good and leave for Southeast Asia with a shrug, the towns begin to fall like dominoes, one by one. Notice the...
Hudson Review, The, 04/01/04 by Sexton, Tom · More from publication -
Crossing the Blueberry Barrens
No one else was on the road when we drove through blueberry barrens that glowed like windblown embers. We gleaned berries from the edges of fields...
Hudson Review, The, 04/01/04 by Sexton, Tom · More from publication -
Mary Sheils
I've placed a cut branch of winterberry on your grave and another branch below the lamb that marks your daughter's resting place. Their berries...
Hudson Review, The, 10/01/02 by Sexton, Tom · More from publication -
Passamaquoddy Bay
The moon was lifting the bay like a bowl of hammered silver from the dark, or so it seemed to us who had not seen it for many years. We left...
Hudson Review, The, 10/01/02 by Sexton, Tom · More from publication -
Lubec, Maine
Sitting high on their hill above the bay the white houses seemed about to take flight intoa swirling early autumn snow. I know that those old...
Hudson Review, The, 10/01/02 by Sexton, Tom · More from publication -
Night-Herons
A cold wind that promises snow has stripped the maples' deep red fire. Was it only yesterday when crickets were singing in that field? Nothing...
Hudson Review, The, 10/01/02 by Sexton, Tom · More from publication
