Northern New England Review Volume 42 | 2022
Northern New England Review is published as a creative voice for the Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine region. NNER publishes writers and artists who live in, are from, or have connections to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine. If you live here, were once from here, lost or found your heart here, or are currently searching for it among the green hills, sparkling ponds, and rocky coasts, NNER has the poems, short fiction, and creative nonfiction you want to read. Northern New England Review is edited and designed by students and faculty at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire. Questions can be sent to Margot Douaihy, editor, at douaihym@franklinpierce.edu.
Northern New England Review is published as a creative voice for the Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine region. NNER publishes writers and artists who live in, are from, or have connections to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine. If you live here, were once from here, lost or found your heart here, or are currently searching for it among the green hills, sparkling ponds, and rocky coasts, NNER has the poems, short fiction, and creative nonfiction you want to read.
Northern New England Review is edited and designed by students and faculty at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire. Questions can be sent to Margot Douaihy, editor, at douaihym@franklinpierce.edu.
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Russell Dupont
WITH JOHN MARTIN ON THE
MATTAWAMKEAG
The sun is behind the trees,
and the river before us has turned to ink.
A loon swoops low over the water,
and his wail warns of our quiet approach.
The forest is tightly knit,
upholstered in silence.
As we angle toward land,
our bow scars the unrippled surface,
opens it like an old wound
that heals itself as we pass.
These woods have crawled
to the river; they suck at its banks,
offer no solace to our aching arms,
demand that we yet bend our backs.
Ah, but then night arrives
like a lover's letter.
The fire and whiskey warm us,
and we sit watching the forest,
feeling its shadows come upon us.
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