Robin Foster
Spring Daydream
A poem by R. Foster
The Great Rest – Vol. 1
The Great Rest – a poem by R. Fisher it comes quietly, the veil of white rain to still the Earth’s tremble, the sting of ice below my soles bared to frost’s numbing breath– i left my name, my baggage, my will in the city to become like a flower, to bow my head and tuck myself ‘neath Winter’s
Bliss Marketplace and the Rhythm of Downtown Willimantic
“There is a little something for everybody; all age groups, all shapes and sizes.” This is what Karen told me when I stepped foot in Bliss Marketplace to learn about what they sell, and where exactly the store fits into Downtown Willimantic’s heartbeat. What have I learned from her so far?