When Elisa Brickner died at age 17 in a 1973 horseback riding accident, it was a tragedy for all who knew and loved her. But thanks to the generosity and thoughtfulness of her father, the late Rabbi Balfour Brickner, that heartbreaking loss became the impetus for a gift that even now, four decades later, continues […]
Twenty eight restless kids peer out over the rails but there’s no wind to fill Shenandoah’s sails The bunks are made and clothes all put away Everyone on board hopes we’ll sail today No one likes the situation we are in Even the crew’s patience wears thin Several small hands scrub the deck clean and […]
Attention all young poets! The 20th annual Elisa Brickner Poetry Contest sponsored by the Chilmark Public Library is now underway. “Don’t forget to enter!” says program coordinator Kristin Maloney. The contest welcomes entries from young people entering grades 6 through 12. There are two age categories: Junior High School (grades 6, 7, 8), and Senior […]
Although the official Summer Solstice would not take place until Saturday, a band of creative writers and musicians at Featherstone Center for the Arts could not wait another minute, and gathered to celebrate the new season on Thursday evening. The sun took her sweet time sinking behind the trees, splashing the rich green lawns with […]
Our new telephone poles Standing so straight and tall. What have you done To incur the wrath of us all? Erect as a guard of sentries Along our one-lane roads, Your naked brown wood A story of nature told. A mountainside forest, Stout, heavy-limbed trees; Tops bend ever so much, The stiffest of breeze. Strong […]
If you can’t deny that things have changed And life, as before, is rearranged If you once were warm but now feel colder Accept the truth; you’re getting older. If thin skin itches and you need to scratch If you worry that your clothes don’t match If you tightly squint your failing eyes If you […]
I wanted to write about sorrow, but I was in its throes.
I wanted to write about love, but I was alone.
In the end I wrote about death, it was a field I knew.
There I was cut down like a stalk by a machine,
there I fell into the earth and began again.
No birds ’cept pigeons that bring only litter; No robins to dig worms and proudly twitter. Only the pavement in bright dirty white, Full of fast people from daybreak till night. The street is narrow, but powerful still With people and money to do as they will. Those bulls and those bears in furious tilt […]
I hated her cooking…food from cans and boxes, ‘50s style. “Set the table, punkin’ and get the box of mashed potatoes out for me and the squirt cheese.” We ate what was squirted in front of us… or so Mom thought.
Four Martha’s Vineyard poets will travel to Salem this weekend to participate in the sixth annual Massachusetts Poetry Festival. Justen Ahren, Steven Ewing, Jennifer Tseng, and Rachel Baird will read poems underpinned by the theme of the ocean in a presentation named “Surrounded By Water.” The Island presentation is one of many events spread out […]