At Maureen's is a double journal offering a Rashomon-like take on a month spent housesitting in Connecticut. Two poets from the bohemian enclaves of the East Village of Manhattan do what they can to acclimate to their new rural surroundings: a horse, raspberries, visitors, diapers, books, each other and sustained moments of concentration.
It's back to the garden for two writers and their families and friends. Only in this patch, which are weeds and which are flowers is not so certain. Two perspectives of the proceedings are on offer with sustained moments of concentration that enhance the details. Wonder and love blossom too.
