“…73This profound sorrow at leaving the alehouse space, with its intimate fellowship, raucous laughter, and free-flowing drinks, concludes many alewife poems, where the cummars disperse to homes where they do not feel supported and are in some cases subject to spousal violence. 74 But the survival of alewife poems, and the potential for communities of feminist medievalists to read them together and analyze them merrily over wine at academic conferences, means that the psychic space of the alehouse is always there, that the gossips do not need to part, that we can continue to make cummarship's energizing, illuminating, and convivial connections across space and time.…”