Poet’s Corner: Knowledge of Pineapples
By Jill Jupen
Did you know
in the kitchen that morning,
sun streaming through
the screen door
when you said,
"I will show you
the best way
to cut a pineapple."?
Did you know and so
take a few moments more
than were necessary
to slice...
Poet’s Corner: Illuminated by the Light
It could be imagined
That a ship, sailing north to Newport with a cargo of sugar and molasses, was shipwrecked on Gay Head.
It is conceivable
When the ship broke up, the sugar dissolved, the casks of...
Poet’s Corner: 125 2nd Avenue: A Poem for Sago
Pull the splinters from my eardrums
so I can hear what it sounds like when
the earth stumbles on a
Thursday afternoon
when it cracks a stranger’s
shoulder open on the way down and gasps
Wash the dirt from Friday’s...
Poet’s Corner: When the Trees Are Gone
When the trees are gone and
they will be truly gone
we will no longer find their solace of shade
on a cloudless summer day
then they will be forgotten for
how can we live in the world other...
Poet’s Corner: Again
Six lobster pots
Lifted from the bay
By the captain, orange gloved
With foul weather gear to match
He checks his catch
No luck
Toward the jetty
He steers his boat
Wide beamed and modest
Replenishes the bait
Attaches steel traps
To a long line
Drops...
Poet’s Corner: Home
So hoist the sails
and cast her off
We’re free
as we can be
Leave the mainland
far behind
And head her
out to sea
Forget the stragglers
Let ’em stay
Set the course
in stone
Do not waver
Do not stray
Steer her straight
for home
Steve Ewing is...
Poet’s Corner: Island, Life
Helpmeet, provisions, the bleating goat and crowing cock of the island
where palm fronds like fish spines chime life’s rhythms
of waves and wind in a bleached conch’s cornucopia of sighs,
as in the guava’s shadow, a...
Serenity
Chaotic chaos
Splits me
Into two
As a
Tiny pill splitter
Permanently
Arms, legs
Move without
Careful consideration
I want
To be
ONE
Calm and relaxed
Under the
Blazing
Oranges, yellows, reds
Of
A Menemsha sunset
Where the
Seagulls pass by
With extraordinary ease
Where fish soak
In the
Relaxing colors
I spread
My arms
Sand
Underneath my feet
I stand
Rebecca Perkalis...
Poet’s Corner: The Letting
Vital liquid pours warm draining,
staining my hand —
The letting now uncontrolled,
frightening, new.
Red? No; brown brings relief:
It was the oil plug I pulled
and this is not transmission fluid.
After 40 years of working with technology, and...
Poet’s Corner: Beach Road
Beach Road. From
Five Corners to Eastville.
Stretch of road
written of our own quill.
Sunny day,
wonder of that ahead.
Love and death?
It is the demons we dread.
Lines of cars
snake along this short route.
In the air —
Sounds of my...
Poet’s Corner: The Lyme Song of B. Afraid Burgdorferi
April is the crawlest month, bleeding …
Let us go then, you and I
like patients peroxided upon a table
(I should wear white flannel trousers
— twit, twit, twit —
to the beach)
"Hurry up please, it's Lyme"
In the...