Mar 12

A Modern Master of Denial

You made Science your God,
idolized in golden buildings
and gilded books.
You were called upon to serve;
you burnt the Bible inked in your own hand
in the blinding flames of fear.

You made Science your servant,
you rode upon its strong shoulders,
gorged on its produce,
enslaved it to your all-consuming want and need.
When this chosen Herald brought a message
of distaste,
you dismissed it with a wave of your unhardened hand.

You made Science your Guardian,
swaddled in its calculated folds,
your life was insured by the majesty of medicine.
It monitors your very breath and heartbeat,
yet when when the warning is displayed,
your well-washed ears become deaf to 
even the shrillest siren.

You made Science your companion,
placing your hopes in its ever-growing grasp;
Confided dreams stacked like friendship bracelets
Mar 04
poem 2 comments challenge: Invasive

If a tree falls in the forest...

I am 237 years old today,
the oldest tree in this forest. I am
a living measurement of time, a history book in
its most natural form. Wizened by decades of observation
witness to catastrophes and wonders you will never know
but there is one tragedy I will tell you. One of every twelve
trees in Vermont are ash trees like me and their wails in the wind warn
of imminent death in the form of an emerald beetle. Their larvae grow under
our bark, feed on our flesh, blocking our transportation of water and
nutrients until our skin becomes brittle and splits, our crowns of
foliage fall and we die of thirst and starvation. These invasive
aliens won't stop until we've all collapsed, returning
 to the earth we once arose from. You may
be thinking "It's just
trees, why should
we care?" Our lives
are more entwined
than you realize.
We take your exhales
Oct 21
Kittykatruff's picture

By The Fire

(Editor's Note: This is one of the winning submissions for Winter Tales and will be performed by Vermont Stage on Dec. 12. Find out more here!)

Winter is my favorite season.
I stay warm by the fire
With a cup of cocoa, and watch
The snowflakes fall gracefully, dancing
With the flames. 

Sometimes Nature holds her breath
And all is still; when I step outside, the silence
Is only broken by the crunch of snow 
Under my feet.

Other times, the winds howls as a lonely wolf
Lamenting the forlorn expression of the moon,
Tearing at braches, scouring houses with sharp 
Icy crystals, whipping across my face, 
Stinging my eyes, slashing ears and fingertips, 
As I hurry home to safety from the storm.

The best time of all is when 
The world pauses for a moment, though not
In anticipation, simply to ponder 
Its own existence.

Oct 19

Snow Dawn

Waking up
To the silent sound 
Of snowflakes twirling 
To the ground.
It's barely dawn
With the sun rising 
from its chambers 
beneath the mountains,
The stars unwilling to dim 
their short-lived light.
Yet the snowflakes mirror them,
Drifting to fill the valleys
In a cold, crisp carpet.
Walking out
To the half-darkness of winter,
The beauty within the ice,
The sword within the stone.
Sensing the danger in the snow,
Yet unable to pull away
From trees that seem to glow.
No one has ever been able to resist Winter.
It's the right time for wonder.
If you're going to take a plunge into mystery,
Then waking up to snowflakes
Falling outside your window
Is, perhaps, the best way to do it. 
Oct 19
poem 1 comment challenge: Winter/18
Ordinary Owen's picture

Solitary Winter

Swing sets grind to icy halts, and fluffy layers of snow are trampled as my classmates swarm into chaotic crowds, eager to leave December’s chilled embrace.

Friends leave mid-conversation, teachers stop listening to maintain the mob of 11-year-olds.

Insulted that the snow, blanketed with care, has been destroyed, abandoned Winter begins to straighten the ground once more with frigid attention.

Eyes lost in the glistening seas of snowflakes as they slowly climb down from the heavens above, a body stands by the howling wind.

There is a comfort found in frost. A solace found in the cold.

Lone Winter and I find friendship. We do not leave each other mid-conversation, we do not stop listening. Because in the presence of each other we are not alone.

One electric blue jacket stays within this gelid plain of white.
Oct 16
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Snow Plow

Digging holes in the snow,
These would be our homes.
We are like an old couple,
Bickering back and forth on who has made the best one.

The cold had made it to our fingertips,
Our red cheeks glowed brighter as the bright flashing light moved closer to us.
A loud roar creeps towards us by the second.
A rush of adrenaline soars through us as we run away.
We are stumbling,
as the snow grabs onto our feet after each step we take.
We feel the strike of cold shoot through our bodies as we go head first into the snow.

Wiping the bitter blizzard away from our faces,
We watch at the last instant,
as our whole afternoon is diminished.

We watch the light fade away,
With sour faces.
As if nothing had happened,
Our whole afternoon had been abolished.

Oct 16

Joyous Winter

White flakes
         Drifted down to the cold ground
                 Covering the dead grass with a fresh sheet of foam
                               Laughter filled the air
                  As small children ran out the door
           All bundled up in their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves
Their boots left little footprints in the fresh snow as they ran

Their joyous laughter         cut threw the muffled cold air
As they caught crisp snowflakes on their tongues

Screams of enjoyment echoed from their mouths
            As they were called back in
                    With rosy pink cheeks and red noses
             Their shivering bodies ran back through the door

For a warm cup of cocoa
The sign

That winter has come
Oh joyous winter  

Oct 09
adowning's picture



Benjamin Edwards

Skis fly

Target seen

Jump into prone

Steady to fire  
Skis fly

Target has a hole

Jump up

And off I go
Skis fly

Shot again

Get back up

Dash off
Skis fly

I’m a blur

Faster faster
My tired eyes cross the line
Oct 09
adowning's picture

Ice Fishing

Ice Fishing

By Ayden Clark

With a jacket like a heater

And a helmet on my head

I turn

through the


crunch crunch crunch

As the wheels break sticks

and I cautiously drive out

onto the lake

Swish Sposh

says slush on the water

Then I park

put my green and black

rod in the holder

And wait

And wait

And wait

Until the drag starts to

Ring Ring Ring

Like a bell

from the fish


The line

I reel

And reel

And reel

And the dark brown with gold


Flops out of the hole



the ice

Splash splash

Flop Flop




Oct 09
poem 1 comment challenge: Winter/18
adowning's picture

Black Ice

Black ice

By Regis Houlier

Black ice, the villain of


Always incognito

Hiding, Waiting for me. Wanting me

To slip into its trap

Creeping up right under me  

And right when I get near it

When I least expect it

It springs to attack

Shooting me

Across its villainess body


And slamming  

Me to the ground like

A nail

 Laughing at me

With its cold heart

As I limp away

In pain

Oct 09
adowning's picture

Winter and Summer

Winter & Summer

By Lauren Angus
Love catching snowflakes on my glove

Summer’s popsicle  

Both melting as soon as you get them
Love building a snowman

Summer’s sand castle

They don't last long
Love having snowball fights

Summer’s water balloons

You get wet either way  
Love finding icicles

Summer’s flowers

They come every year
Love having snow days

Summer’s vacation

Always outside  


They are almost the same

Just different
Oct 06
kat_writer's picture


Winter, such a bleak time
but in some way magical.
With all of winter's great, fluffy snow
it's a shame that it's dark
when I get home from school.

What is better 
than after a great day with the skis,
than coming home
to hot food and TV?

Winter, when my hands dry up
and my house works to stay warm.
I roll in the snow like a child and wonder
without the snow, what would life be?

This season is such a meaningful time
for all people like me.
And while it is below zero out there,
I appreciate me,
and this massive warm box I call home.

Winter, when we all curl up
like tiny little kittens.
Some people wish to find warmth down south,
While others must stay in this white heaven.

I go outside and watch my breath
float away in the wind,
I cannot believe this will end,
But also want spring to begin
May 24
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I Wish An End to Burial

Time is a many-handled shovel, my brain a grave-digger
with hands enough to hold.
Here is the grave of fifteen empty lines
that time's blade splits in dirt;
here are the words that grow from me
to curl into their seeds within the earth
and die in days, unwatered.

I wish an end to burial;
my wishing acts as trowel
and clicks against older bones
where personhood has fled. I lay them down,
a thousand paper flowers by the stone, handwritten pleas
for earth to cover earth. If I dig far
enough into the cold I'll find
with aching fingers that final symphony
of dirt

or so I'm told. Beneath the words,
above my home, ribs piled deep like cairns:
My brain the grave-digger etches in words with time
and draws a lonely rest.
May 24

You robbed me.

You're a thief.
You stole everything that mattered.
You left me as a book with a spine, but ripped out all the pages.

You stole my eyes.
I can no longer open them to reality. 
I pry them open daily, only to see that nothing has changed and my life is still in shambles.
Precisely the way you left it.

You stole my touch.
I can no longer feel skin without you stuck in my thoughts, like you were my drug and I was an addict.
Now I'm stuck in rehab.

You stole my soul.
I let you into my heart and you left your mark like a tattoo.

You even stole my name.
Your voice was enslaving, like you were honey and I was a bee.
It plays in my head like a soundtrack to a playlist I can't delete.

I was a mirror.
You smiled at me, and I was shattered.
Now You've left me picking up the broken shards.

May 24
poem 1 comment challenge: Pal
Dana1357's picture

Imaginary Friend

Some kids only have imaginary friends
So when people tell them to drop their friends
It's really really hard.
Believe it or not, she used to have an imaginary friend
that was named Alexa
There was a time when she didn't have any friends
when she was 5 or so and then poof
Alexa came into her life and took the lonely away.
Her parents noticed the change and one day asked why.
When she said, "Because of Alexa." 
They thought she had a real friend but instead,
She was up in her room, imagining a whole new world
One where she had a big sister named Alexa
Who chased the lonely away
May 24
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Zeno Mountain Farm, Lincoln, VT, photo credit: Cadwell Collaborative

I walk down the street,
my spirits high.
Yet I can still feel the eyes boring into me.
Whispers fly
questions, judgments, assumptions
of me.
It's not like I'm not used to this.
It happens a lot.
But sometimes
I don't feel like giving a mini TED talk to explain. 
There's the "You're so inspiring"
but I don't need a medal for living my life.
I feel as if my disability
is written on my forehead.
Although there's lots of judgment
in my regular life,
in the summer, it all melts away.
Zeno Mountain Farm is my escape,
my haven,
my safe place.
There, people can relate to me.
At Zeno, I am not my disability.
We all feel valued, and feel dignity.
There is so much love in this little community.
May 23

Mirror, Mirror

Forget it! Forget it! Please...
Forget, for me.
Forget she complained about you. 
Forget he claimed the lies, true.
Forget she said you don't deserve to be alive.
Forget his hatred.
Because I love you both out and inside.

Forget he said you're darker than your shadow.
Forget she claimed your line of thinking narrow.
I see beyond the eyes.
Forget those days, and think about tomorrow.
I see past your melancholic sighs
I see you're stout.

Forget through this mirror, mirror
As I pull you nearer and nearer
Right here, right now
As I bask in your alleged presence
Day in and day out.

But most importanly forget you said,
You wanted to be someone else
Because I love you just as you are
Flaws and all.

Forget for least.
It's just how the cards have been dealt
Forget everything else,
Just remember our past of glee.
May 23

I Was Wrong

I was wrong to tell you.
I was wrong to feel that way.
I was wrong to think that you'd say yes.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I put you through the drama.
I'm sorry I put you in a difficult place.
You did what you had to do;
And for that, I thank you.
You made me realize that I need not rush things,
That I should just wait until I get out into the real world.
I now know that I need to be patient and wait for that one person.
Because of the sorrow,
The heartbreak,
That I have experienced,
I know that patience is key.
May 22
poem 0 comments challenge: Home
Dana1357's picture


Although I have moved once or twice,
the majority of my thirteen year existence
has been in this one place.
A trashy town so close to the border of Canada
that some people jokingly call it South Canada.
It's so close to the border, we run to it during track practice
If you've never had the pleasure
of stumbling across this little town in Vermont,
it's called Richford.
But, I don't care what my physical home is in.
They say home is where the heart is.
My heart is in the people that are in this town.
The small family with a single mom
and two kids across the street,
she works for the middle and high school.
My mom and dad who also both work in the school system.
Mom is a math tutor and dad is the I.T. dude.
My heart is to all of my best friends who 
are within walking distance 
so we can hang out whenever we want to
(Or whenever our parents lets us at least)
May 22

was i the one that got away?

You bet I think that I’m too good for you

I bet you think that I’m too good too

We both know you were a fool

That you were stupid to let me get away

That in the end, you failed at keeping me at bay

I know you tried but it wasn’t enough

And now I cry

Cause maybe we were wrong and it's me

What if you’re the lock and I’m you’re key

That I'm cancer and your my antidote

What if we let each other get away

Cause we're both fools

I found an old photo of us in the rain

We were so in love it gave us pain

U hurt me I hurt u

I healed you u healed me

We loved each other and we felt like fools

Cause in the end

It's you that held my hand

Cause maybe we were wrong and it's me

What if I’m the lock and ur my key

That you’re cancer and I’m the antidote