Winter 2005

WINTER 2005

Nancy Henry SERMON III On the way down the mountain, he saw everything clearly: sap in the wild clematis, a scattering of opals among the common stones. This is a country where he would have liked to remain unrecognized. When he encountered the woman he said: do not tell anyone in the village what you have seen. But they came, from the weathered, boarded shacks, from the personalized evil fevering each dusty alleyway, from the regions of desolation. How could anyone provide bread in such a lonely place? Nancy Henry works in Maine as an advocate for people with mental illness; she also teaches college literature at Southern Maine Community College. She is co-editor and publisher of Moon Pie Press.

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