The Cafe Review

by Kristin Agudelo I once met a snake with a brown paper tongue grocery bag full of meanings, not all of them sound. He slipped up beside me,

by Bruce Holsapple Sandy mountain road, twisting high thru pine & jumper, into that saddle where the peaks divide, rocky gullies start hers,

has degrees from California (Pa) State College and the University of Massachusetts. He is chair of the English department at Southern Maine

writes poetry, teaches Contact Improvisation dance, and practices massage therapy. She earned an MFA in Poetry Writing from Vermont College in

former Poet Laureate of Portland, Maine, and English teacher at Scarborough High School, just published a novel, The Deception of the Thrush. He

is a documentary photographer whose various projects can be seen at, www.charterweeks.com.

practices art in Portland, Maine.

of Troy, Maine, is an editor and columnist for the local daily newspaper. He has been a Fulbright lecturer of American Literature in China and

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