Issue 28 | Fall 2021 Water and Light By Maxwell King | Poetry I don't go often to the church in the village. The tall, leaded-glass windows seem as cold as the stone spire above.
Issue 28 | Fall 2021 The Zen of the Tree By Maxwell King | Poetry The forestry man says the tree is over three hundred years old, a sugar Maple that has been here since before the time the white man settled.