Brunswick Book of Peace

2007-07-24T05:50:00.000-07:00

Two poems by Aaron Nadell, grade 3

The Sound of War

The sound of war
sounds good until
you realize how many
people you killed.
And with that
you will never forget that sorrow
and the day of victory
and death.

Peace at last

The sound of a dragon flapping its wings makes the sand from the bottom of the earth rise from the ground and soil sprays up and stops wars...and armies guarding borders stop and turn and run home...when they get home peace surrounds them instead of hot boiling sweat with heavy armor and sword that feels like twenty pounds...blood becomes common and normal skin becomes rare with no cuts...but all of your memory of bad things goes away when the dragon flaps its wings

2007-02-23T05:08:00.000-08:00

PEACE

Waking to the sound
of doves at dawn,
not drone of plane
or bomb

Turning in the night
to you, no soldiers
bursting through
the door

Children playing
by the stoop;
they thrive, no worry
will they live the day

Peace is everywhere
but Where?
Where is Peace?

Joyce Pye

2007-02-07T18:14:00.000-08:00

Sea Sermon

Barely noticing the beach,
nearly missing a black bullet stone at my feet,
reality is bitter in the belly
and tight around the eyes.

Straightening, I search rasping dunes
empty of the delicate flowers of wiser words,
and breathings of timeless truths.

Sending the angry pebble skidding
upon lumbering, hissing sea,
my faith is in gravity,
in embrace of seaweed,
in wind and surf to
wash the lies and heartbreak away
and away,
leaving only benign shore,
the color of a plain moth's wing.

Jeniferlee Tucker
Topsham

2006-11-14T07:31:00.000-08:00

Bruce Gagnon:

America needs a new industrial policy

Is America addicted to endless war? Hardly, you might say. But the evidence is clear that weapons production is now the number one industrial export of the U.S. And when weapons are your #1 industrial export, what is your global marketing strategy for that product line?

Maine's Senator Susan Collins recently sent around a news release proclaiming that she has helped to bring jobs to our state. She reported the Senate Appropriations Committee has approved, for fiscal year 2007, $3.4 billion for DDX destroyer ships at Bath Iron Works and an additional $50 million for smaller military contracts throughout the state.

Industrial jobs in the U.S. are drying up fast. We have no industrial policy in the U.S. anymore, except military production. Why isn't our Maine Congressional delegation fighting to bring funding to our states to build rail systems, solar, windmills and the like?

We've been told repeatedly the past couple of months that we are now experiencing the hottest summer in the recorded history of the U.S. Global warming is a fact of life. That being the case, why then aren't taxpayers demanding that our tax dollars be used to expand the production of sustainable technologies? What are we doing to ensure that our children have a future?

What does more military production do to alleviate global warming? How will we be able to get to work when gas peaks out at $6 or$7 if we don't have public transit? Maine used to have a rail system that connected the state. Why can't we do it again?

Imagine the jobs created by building the industrial capacity to put a solar system on every house and business in the U.S.! A solar supplier in Penobscot last year told the New York Times that he couldn't get enough solar products to fill customer orders. Japan is the world's leading producer of solar power and Germany, who consumes 39% of all solar panels in the world, is buying up most of the existing stocks. Why can't we build solar in Maine?

In Copenhagen, Denmark they have converted a shipyard that has become the world's leading producer of windmills. Germany now generates 5% of its electricity with wind power, and apears on track to meet government targets of 25% by 2025. Why can't we build windmills in Maine?

Why don't the peace movement, the environmental movement, and the labor movement get together and create a unified demand to convert the military-industrial complex to peaceful production? It's a win-win for everyone!

What are we waiting for? We will never end war as long as making weapons for endless war employs growing numbers of people in the U.S. This is the direction that the corporate militarists are taking our nation as they now determine that "security export" will be our role under corporate globalization. What does it say about the soul of our nation when we have to make weapons of destruction in order to employ people so they can put food on their dinner tables?

The idea of moving the arms race into space, what the Pentagon says will be the largest industrial project in the history of the planet Earth, has the weapons industry drooling. Again, how will we ever end war as long as we allow a new arms race in the heavens to happen?

The Congress is ultimately responsible for allowing the disinvestment in American peacetime industry. We make hardly anything in our country anymore. Look in any Wal-Mart store and see for yourself. But what we do make is weapons.

We must demand over and over again that we want our tax dollars to be used for peaceful and sustainable production. We need to call on our politicians to support conversion of the military-industrial complex. The time to speak up is now.

Bruce K. Gagnon is Coordinator of the Global Network Against Weapons and Nuclear Power in Space, based in Brunswick.

2006-11-12T09:01:00.000-08:00

GULF WAR AND CHILD: A CURSE

He is sleeping, his fingers curled,
his belly pooled open, his legs gathered, still
in their bent blossom victory.

I couldn't speak of "war" (though we all do),
if I were still the woman who gave birth
to this soft-footed one: his empty hand,
his calling heart, that border of new clues.

May the hard birth our two heartbeats unfurled
for two nights that lasted as long as this war
make all sands rage, until the mouth of war
drops its cup, this bleeding gift we poured.

Annie Finch

2006-08-22T19:22:00.000-07:00

2006-08-22T19:19:00.000-07:00

Linking of People
Ben Riggleman, 5

2006-08-22T19:15:00.000-07:00

2006-08-17T20:03:00.000-07:00

Spindleworks Peace Book Workshop:

Group poem:

End the war and spend the money on:

Pizza
a mansion, shopping spree, white limo
(she's reading my mind!)
hot tub, sauna, massage
and free ice cream ...
give half to the people who don't have food
thinking of people somewhere else who
don't have food or clothes or shoes
help people start building their city back up again
build schools for people
help people get their businesses back on their feet
Pay Liz McGhee more money

Poem by Nancy Bassett:

my big brother
is in the service
in the Army
marching
the army is for shooting
shooting a gun
have to have a gun in the army
bullet
they shoot people
a man
bad man
no good man
Not my big brother

A poem by Diane Black:
Down on the mall
they had part of a building
they climbed up it
they had tents and cannon
it makes me feel sad
about my father,
when he was in the army

and a Peace poem by Anna McDougall:

Peace

1 Peace in the Middle East
2 Peace Mon
3 Peace Out
4 Get peace pops by Ben & Jerry
5 listen to peaceful easy feeling by the allman brothers
6 Being Peaceful
7 Listen to the Youngbloods Get Together
8 No War
9 No fighting
10 No arguments
11 Being thankful for Peace
12 Close Down the Navy Base

and from Helen Warren:
It would be peaceful if the Red Sox would win the World Series like they did in 1994.

2006-08-08T09:44:00.000-07:00

In our hearts, minds and souls peace is all we want, but we must work for it because it can't be bought.
Everyone needs peace, everyone needs love and everyone should stop the fighting and pray to God above.
To accomplish world peace world hunger must stop, the war must end, crime must cease until nobody needs a cop.
So if you ever need any help don't be afraid to ask, it doesn't matter how hard it gets I know we can complete the task.
Don't you see it could be great, fear would come to an end, and everyone would have a wonderful life and laugh again and again.

My vision of peace!

Andrew Solak , 15

2006-08-07T19:34:00.000-07:00

Peace for insects
peace for pests
peace for nature
not just us.
Peace for anything
that is hated
peace for all
the bugs on earth.

Justine Davidson
Bath

2006-08-06T20:48:00.000-07:00

2006-08-06T20:45:00.000-07:00

2006-08-06T20:36:00.000-07:00

Just a note from the editor:

Please remember that there is more work here than will appear on your screen. You can see the rest of it by going to the archives and clicking on June or July to see earlier posts.
Please do.

2006-08-06T20:29:00.000-07:00

Don't annihilate

Don't annihilate en masse
the cratures that bother you:
mice, rats, Japanese beetles, squash bugs, weeds;
coyotes, mosquitoes, vespids, aphids.

If you must kill them,
kill them one by one.

Remove the mouse from the trap;
feel sorry about its broken neck, its
popped-out eyes. Take a moment for its
kids, who will die at
home, waiting for Mom.
Drop it in the compost,
fling it into the woods or bury it at sea,
in the toilet.

Swat a mosquito.
Drop Japanese beetles one by one
into a coffee can of detergent water.
Let those who escape buzz, startling, past your ear.
There will be enough raspberries left,
enough hazelnuts, for you.

Do not annihilate en masse.
Then you know you are killing
and whom you are killing.
Then you feel you are killing.
And when you are sick of killing,

You can stop.

Robin Lynn Scott

2006-08-06T20:26:00.000-07:00

Peace is

in the garden, pulling weeds, watching
plants grow

walking to town, doing errands, meeting
friends

enjoying home, so cozy, eating home
grown foods

loving family, observing children as
they grow

Each simple joy I pray for you and me.

Jean Parker

2006-08-06T07:28:00.000-07:00

Stephen Petroff, Topsham

2006-08-06T07:05:00.000-07:00

What this world needs ( short rap)

Dear planet earth, let me ask you somethin
I need to know, why our lives are crumblin?
I don't understand why we all have to fight each other
we all sisters and brothers, who cares if we different colors?
So what if we have different religions and visions
why do we try to put all that into submission?
I say that there should be no division between us
why we fight and fuss? ask I must
Why is there only hate and no trust?
Why we such a nation full of discrimination?
You know what? my best friend is Caucasian
and I'm Mexican, we got different colored skin, but we still tight!
In the end we all followin' the same light!
I think our world is very confused
Why is poor people bein left out and abused?
Why do we lie? Why do we steal? I'm embarrassed to live here
the embarassment is barely enough to be concealed.
I think all we have to do is get along
You know keeping it real? Why don't we all hang out?
Get together maybe talk over a slice of pizza
You don't get it? Well me Neith'uh
I guess peace is just hard to find, cuz violence is all we seem to mind.
I see that now our world is corrupted with violence
I hope that after listening to this y'all will help it be silenced
I can't help but sympathize with peoples' yells, screams and cries.
The violence brings tears to my eyes, why do we feel left out
and despised? The peace should be gathered up and improvised.
It comes as no surprise that this is the generation of beatin people down because
they poor, insult people, and rob general stores. And we wonder
why there's so many gang wars, why we so obsessed
with wheels and drugs? Guess some of us think we thugs.
But we ain't all supposed to be thugs and settle problems with a few
ball bats and knives what's so wrong with seein each other alive?
In the sixties everyone was either called sister or brothers,
They wouldn't be mean and beat down on each other, and yes I know they were
weird back then cuz they was wearin' peace bandanas on they heads,
But they wouldn't fight they'd get along instead!
Anyone who's anyone listen to me! just listen to these words and you will see
just how bad this world has turned out to be, people these days full of hate
and greed, it's no wonder everyone wants to see someone bleed instead of
helping each other in our time of need, I can't believe what this world is turnin
into and what everyone has to go through, I don't know why we showin so much
disrespect and why everyone wants to give each other heck! or why everyone
disses they mama, I have no need to hear about all this nonsense and drama.

Travis Ramsey, 16

2006-08-06T05:27:00.000-07:00

The clouds blow gently in the wind as scents of summer
flowers breeze into the lungs of mankind.
Peace, Love, and Tranquility is thee thoughts of mankind who
live in Paradise.
No War or Famine, a land where everyone is equal, no
lesser of man is found here.
The land is pure and Honey runs like Rivers.
A Paradise Where winter never happens and fruit grows on
trees like money.
Poverty is a thing of the past.
Peace is fully achieved in a land like thee, but sadly in our
dreams is where we can find true Peace and Harmony.

Chad Brassard, 16

2006-08-06T05:16:00.000-07:00

PEACE IS....

Stop hate start peace!

Stop the war, stop the hate, start the peace, it's a time to celebrate, not to increase
the death rate. Stop the war, stop the hate, start the peace, it's time to regenerate,
alleviate, and begin to cooperate, not to discriminate. Power is not important, relaxation
is key, respect is cool, helpfulness not selfishness, and a kind heart is peace.

Ignore the evil within and it shall go away. Kindness to all beings Alien (not from
Earth) Animals, and Plants, even Evil. No judgement on others that says they are bad.
Kindness can heal any wound, even evil. Don't bother with getting rid of evil it will go
away, if kindness is there to help it.

To be kind is to be RESPECTFUL, RESPONSIBLE, POLITE,
CONSIDERATE,SAFE,KIND,SHARING,CARING,COOPERATIVE,
UNDETSTANDING,FORGIVING,AND HELPFUL.

Tim R Carter, 15

2006-08-06T05:10:00.000-07:00

Since the pen of the poet is mightier than the sword of the warmakers, we wisely turn to writers like Mary Oliver and Wendell berry to restore our dream of lasting peace. Here is an excerpt from Seamus Heaney's The Cure At Troy: A Version of Sophocles' Philoctetes from which we can drink deeply:

History says: "Don't hope
on this side of the grave."
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed- for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change,
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing wells.

Gloria Hutchinson, Brunswick

2006-08-06T05:07:00.000-07:00

Envisioning Peace

The sun
warm-fingered
filters through
the new green leaves
of ancient trees
I have been before,
I shall come again,
with peace, for eternity.

Pilar Tirado

2006-08-03T20:16:00.000-07:00

From Sukanya Wicks

2006-07-18T07:00:00.000-07:00

Peace Means...

We forgive, not forget
We promote, not deprive
We examine, not deny
We act, not wait for others to act on our behalf.

We connect, despite our differences, and in so doing, discover
we have more in common than we realized.

Peace Asks...

We practice, not perfect
We honor, not destroy
We preserve and protect, not abandon or defile
We lift up and are thus lifted up.

We accept stewardship of our planet, its wildlife and
people - in this generation and in all to come.

Peace Counsels...

We walk more, drive less;
Listen more, speak less;
Laugh more, assume less.
We own our projections of darkness and invoke the Light.

We lead with our best intentions and follow our hearts.
We watch and learn before acting.
We practice restraint and live with a spirit of abundance.
We share resources while protecting equality.

Peace Invites...

We replace our "To Do" lists with time out to "Be"
We commit to "Be the Change", rather than insist the world
change first.
We lessen the grip of the ego and let love rule.
We live with possibility rather than overpowering with
passion.

Peace Insists...

The hungry are fed
The weak are protected
The ill are tended to
The homeless are sheltered -
Sacrificing the wants of a few for the needs of the many.

Peace Requires...

Being open to change, letting go of resistance
Holding on to hope while letting go of struggle
Saying "YES".
Relinquishing fear and finding our courage
Realigning ourselves with all that is positive

Peace Begins by...

Blessing the world with our actions, words, and presence
Creating a culture of trust and belonging
Starting NOW.

Lisa Love
Brunswick

2006-07-17T19:26:00.000-07:00

From a collection of cards designed and printed by Nancy March, Brunswick

2006-07-13T20:47:00.000-07:00

from Liz McGhee,
this poem by Mary Oliver:

Wage Peace

Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
Breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists and
Breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Make soup.
Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries, imagine grief as the out-breath of
beauty or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.

Wage peace.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Don't wait another minute.

2006-07-12T20:02:00.000-07:00

Have you noticed?

The curve in the straight line gave no warning.
In the deep of the night, it arrived with the sweetness
of a love song:
Stealth-like in intent, melodious in delivery,
the straight line finally rebelled.
Have you noticed?

Like an earthquake of renewal or, perhaps, a geometry of hope,
this Euclidian revolt has shaken the logic of our lives.
Beginning and ending in the infinity of the circle,
the line-turned-curve leads us to the Eden of our beginning.
Have you noticed?

Hush ......
The line can be heard singing in the stillness of the whole.
Why go straight, if we can embrace?
Why wander endless, if we can meet?
Why say it is just so, and nothing else, if it is, in fact, so much more?
The line-turned-circle is you, it is me, it is us.
To be a circle, not a line, is to be life itself.

Shelley Schweizer
Portland

2006-07-12T19:55:00.000-07:00

Peace Requires Your Participation!

My life began the day a major peace treaty was signed!
I have lived a life golden, wondrous and sublime
God gave me the gift of seeing beauty in others
I knew early on that all men were my brothers

Nature calls to me with deep inspiration
My home in rural Maine provides relaxation
Yet God called me to more, now I witness for peace
I stand on a bridge and I pray war will cease

The Department of Peace campaign is also my pet
I signed on as Team Leader, because this bill hasn't passed yet
Check out the website, "MaineDOP.Org" - when you do
You will find a way to make our government work for you!

My ardent desire is to connect more folks in Maine
Through friendship and sharing in peacemaking's name
I ask you to e-mail me if you want to help make peace come true
Write cvistica@mainedop.org and rainbow peace to you!

Cecilia Vistica, Andover

2006-07-12T19:41:00.000-07:00

From Kathy Bradford, Brunswick

2006-07-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

2006-07-09T06:05:00.000-07:00

Wish for the world

I want parts of the world to look better.
War ain't nothin' to kid around with.
The world is gonna change.
Make it look better.
Persian Gulf still fightin'...
Why is that?
I think we should stay out of war
as much as we can.
I wish for the world to get better.

Charles Holt
Spindleworks
Brunswick

2006-07-09T06:02:00.000-07:00

When the animals come to us,
asking for our help,
will we know what they are saying?
When the plants speak to us
in their delicate, beautiful language,
will we be able to answer them?
When the planet herself
sings to us in our dreams,
will we be able to wake ourselves, and act?

Gary Lawless

2006-07-07T15:46:00.000-07:00

from Elizabeth Peavey:

FORGIVE

2006-07-02T08:37:00.000-07:00

Retort to Apathy

If you can't believe,
then you are not part of the story.
If you choose to collapse,
disbelieve, just
fall on your phallocentric sword,
then you are not part of the story.

Forget it.
We'll forget you, since
you are not part of the story -
the desperate, delicate, dangerous story.

The never ending story of
a country pushing into
the promise of its own democracy.
The story of a country finding again
its original, its indigenous voice -
the true timbre
of its revolution,
the grand reveille
for its untried glory.

A country fine tuning its anthem -
learning to honor all its dead,
realize all its forgotten,
bring in all of its brutalized,
and every one of their ancestors.

If you cannot believe - and hope,
and once again believe,
then I'm sorry,
you simply are not part of the story.

If today's clarion call
can't spring you from
your mass media slumber,
your lack of
investigative determination,
your blurred and sinking vision,
then you are not
part of the story,
or capable of the song.

And damn!
Just a healthy and a hearty
and a hail farewell to you.

Molly Willcox

2006-07-02T08:31:00.000-07:00

From Mary Chris Reese, this poem by Rabindranath Tagore:

Where The Mind is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward ...
into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, let my country awake.

2006-06-27T19:48:00.000-07:00

Perennials

Each spring it happens, my stare
at the ground, dirt moving aside
for the push up, out and beyond
winter dark's frozen solid soil.

No one I know has said how
plants do it, the awakening,
how this life resurgence happens.
Somebody somewhere must know.

Knowledge wouldn't matter.
I'd still continue to stare
at the ground, at the green
shoots pushing up, out and beyond.

It's like how I can't fathom
that peace keeps pushing up through
war's grim fact of bullets, bombs,
smashed brains, hope, children's future.

My eyes fill. Contemplate.
Joy of the one.
Horror of the other.
Will only see peace burst into bloom.

Hannah Fox Trowbridge
Harpswell

2006-06-27T19:36:00.000-07:00

The Step Temple

Once upon a time, an intergalactic traveler from earth came upon a planet so like his own that for a time he felt he had lost his bearings and was actually back home, for the flora and fauna were the same as on earth and humans spoke the same earthly languages and were greedy and full of vanity. But he noticed that all the buildings were in wonderful condition, there were no slums and the people were universally healthy and well attired. He inquired as to why this general prosperity prevailed and was told that the reason was that there had not been a war for 18,000 years.
"How can that be," he asked,"when you are exactly like earthlings, full of conceit and avarice?"
"Quite correct," came the reply,"but we also are full of cowardice. If you look closely, you will notice that in every city and hamlet, we have erected a step temple at least fifty feet high. In the center of the temple is a pit, at the bottom of which is an eternal flame. If a nation wishes to go to war, the leader is escorted to the top of the temple by two strong young men. Immediately after he signs the edict to go to war, he is flung into the pit, for if he is willing to sacrifice the lives of beautiful young men, he must also be willing to sacrifice his own life. On this planet, we detest hypocrites. After the leader has given his life, the new leader, if he wishes to continue with the declaration of war, must also give up his life. By this means, we eventually arrive at the official who wants to live, and thus all disputes are resolved peacefully. At the time of settlement, both parties are usually dissatisfied, but after a few years, people tend to forget and they adjust comfortably to the situation. In all these 18,000 years of perpetual peace, only three leaders believed enough in their causes to sacrifice themselves. To most of us, they are great heroes who died for their convictions, but to some skeptical historians, they were seeking an easy way out of impending trials for corruption."

Herschel Sternlieb
Brunswick

2006-06-27T19:33:00.000-07:00

Belonging

I came from the Earth.
Or was it the Sky?
The search is the same in either direction.

All that's contained by infinity
(a smile, a tear, a star)
is held
as well
in an outstretched hand.

Rosalie tyler Paul
Georgetown

2006-06-26T19:29:00.000-07:00

May the self-existing great peace that eludes words, thoughts and all imagination transform our vision so that our acts become deeds of kindness.

Kidder Smith
Brunswick

2006-06-26T19:24:00.000-07:00

Knowing

After the news they show
the pictures:
photographs of those who were

killed.

Their posed faces look serious and formal.
I try not to imagine
what they might have looked like when they

died.

This used to be a time when I changed the channel,
watched a cartoon.
But tonight the silence hits me.

Because I know.

I know the twenty-six year old man
in the crisp blue uniform and white hat,
its brim shadowing his eyes,
is only one of
thousands.

The silence never bothered me before.
Tonight it seems to scream.
I try to feel helpless and innocent -
to pretend I don't know why.
But I know
it's because now
I know.

Charlotte Briggs
Arrowsic

2006-06-26T19:18:00.000-07:00

IN MEMORIAM

I had these thought last Sunday morning after talking to my son, Ben, in Iraq, who had just returned from being shot at uncountable times on a patrol that has lasted for over ten months:

What makes one life sweeter than another?

What makes the tearing of flesh and shattering of bones in one body more acceptable than in another body?

Whose mother's tears at a child's death are more lamentable than another mother's tears?

Whose father's anger at the murder of his child is more justified than another father's anger?

Whose righteousness is purer: one who believes there is honor in killing, or one who believes there is honor in being killed?

Which leader is greater, one who pursues killing, or one who avoids killing?

Whose guilt is greater, a person who kills, or one who is silent in the face of killing?

Is it only a matter of perspective, or of one's lack of perspective?

Dexter Kamilewicz
Orr's Island

2006-06-26T19:11:00.000-07:00

It is possible for people to understand their fears, the cause of their fears, and become intimate with others for, you may find we are more alike than different, and we can help each other understand and transcend our fear-induced limitations. i feel this will bring about a greater caring, compassion, empathy, and understanding leading to greater awareness and sense of fellowship and community with others.
The planning for wars elsewhere begins here in America. We can change America by helping each other change how we think, our attitudes toward other people, and also knowing people of any culture share the most basic common denominators of wanting peace and human dignity.

Joe Ciarrocca
Brunswick

2006-06-26T19:04:00.000-07:00

On August 5 Brunswick Peaceworks will sponsor a Peace Fair on the mall in Brunswick, Maine. As a part of that effort, I am editing a Brunswick Book of Peace. I will be collecting wishes for peace from Brunswick residents, workers and friends. We will display, at the peace fair, those we have already received, and, at the peace fair, we will have a booth where people will also be invited to write out their wish for peace, to be added to the collection which will eventually become the Brunswick Book of Peace.
You may send your wish to us at chimfarm@gwi.net , drop it off at Gulf of Maine Books (134 Maine Street, Brunswick), or come visit the booth on August 5. Please help us to spread this project!
Thank you,
Gary Lawless