#hampshire - Hello Poetry

They said the future had narrowed, that fewer footsteps would come of age, that curiosity itself was a risky investment. But the doors stayed open. In classrooms without borders students sketch questions instead of majors, learning how to hold uncertainty without flinching. Seven hundred fifty minds lean into work that does not fit tidy boxes. Faculty arrive not to deliver answers but to sharpen questions, money raised not to preserve the past but to earn the right to keep experimenting. The country debates the value of thinking, counts enrollment like weather reports, argues whether justice belongs in education at all. Here, learning still belongs to the learner. Across the valley, ideas travel freely. A student crosses a river or a campus line and the education widens, not diluted, but shared. What began in 1970 keeps moving, not because it is safe, but because it refuses to stop asking what education is for, and who it should serve. Alive is not a slogan. Thriving is not denial. It is the quiet work of rebuilding, light by light, question by question, with faith that a different way is still worth doing.

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Feb 6

Feb 6, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC

adamrsweet

750 Lights Still On

They said the future had narrowed, that fewer footsteps would come of age, that curiosity itself was a risky investment. But the doors stayed open. In classrooms without borders students sketch questions instead of majors, learning how to hold uncertainty without flinching. Seven hundred fifty minds lean into work that does not fit tidy boxes. Faculty arrive not to deliver answers but to sharpen questions, money raised not to preserve the past but to earn the right to keep experimenting. The country debates the value of thinking, counts enrollment like weather reports, argues whether justice belongs in education at all. Here, learning still belongs to the learner. Across the valley, ideas travel freely. A student crosses a river or a campus line and the education widens, not diluted, but shared. What began in 1970 keeps moving, not because it is safe, but because it refuses to stop asking what education is for, and who it should serve. Alive is not a slogan. Thriving is not denial. It is the quiet work of rebuilding, light by light, question by question, with faith that a different way is still worth doing.

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Big miscalculation - I left the oxygen tank at home. Humans don’t breathe so well beneath the masonic moon.

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 8:24 AM UTC

frederick-moe

The Libraries of Coos County NH: Colebrook

Big miscalculation - I left the oxygen tank at home. Humans don’t breathe so well beneath the masonic moon.

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Big miscalculation - I left the oxygen tank at home. Humans don’t breathe so well beneath the masonic moon.

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 8:24 AM UTC

frederick-moe

The Libraries of Coos County NH: Colebrook

Big miscalculation - I left the oxygen tank at home. Humans don’t breathe so well beneath the masonic moon.

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I wander trails that are shaded by trees until I reach the first steep rock scramble. Walking steadily on old, crunchy leaves I believe it's the mountains' preamble I scale these rocks with eager hands and feet my yearning heart pumps blood through my blue veins. This mountain will not hand me my defeat muscles strain and the rocks help break my chains. Sturdy rocks and sacred trees surround me their presence strengthens my weak, depressed bones. My muscles burn with effort, but I'm free to become one with the trees and the stones. Though there are times where my mind may plummet. I'll survive the fall, I've reached the summit.

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May 18, 2018

May 18, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC

tatiana

Summit

I wander trails that are shaded by trees until I reach the first steep rock scramble. Walking steadily on old, crunchy leaves I believe it's the mountains' preamble I scale these rocks with eager hands and feet my yearning heart pumps blood through my blue veins. This mountain will not hand me my defeat muscles strain and the rocks help break my chains. Sturdy rocks and sacred trees surround me their presence strengthens my weak, depressed bones. My muscles burn with effort, but I'm free to become one with the trees and the stones. Though there are times where my mind may plummet. I'll survive the fall, I've reached the summit.

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New Hampshire has been my home away from home. I know I can rest my head in the comfort of Concord and watch the stars in Laconia. I had my first kiss in Franklin, and I experienced my first snow fall in Franconia Notch. I had my heart broken in Dover and watched my parent’s marriage die in Gilmanton. I am not leaving any of this behind. I won’t let the memories I’ve made here die. I’ll shed a tear tomorrow and light a Marlboro as my trailer bounces behind my Ford Escape. I’ll miss you when I’m gone. But I promise I won’t be gone for too long.

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Jul 21, 2017

Jul 21, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC

ryan-hall69

Homecoming

New Hampshire has been my home away from home. I know I can rest my head in the comfort of Concord and watch the stars in Laconia. I had my first kiss in Franklin, and I experienced my first snow fall in Franconia Notch. I had my heart broken in Dover and watched my parent’s marriage die in Gilmanton. I am not leaving any of this behind. I won’t let the memories I’ve made here die. I’ll shed a tear tomorrow and light a Marlboro as my trailer bounces behind my Ford Escape. I’ll miss you when I’m gone. But I promise I won’t be gone for too long.

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everyone looks like someone you know.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC

frederick-moe

The Essential Conundrum Of Remaining Incognito At The Crafts Fair

everyone looks like someone you know.

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