Poetry

I may not have known you as long as some but my heart melted in my mouth first time we met at the little house of chocolate down State Road just past the local precinct   Malcolm Campbell introduced...

The Vineyard Trust hosts “Poetry Together: A Reading by Island Poets” at the Carnegie in Edgartown on Saturday, April 20, at 2 pm. Who is the Vineyard Trust, you ask? It’s the organization formally...

The Poetry Cafe at the M.V. Playhouse features guest poets Donald Nitchie, Marlan Sigelman, Spencer Thurlow, and Jennifer Tseng on Thursday, March 7, at 7 pm. Hosting the evening will be poet Fan Ogilvie....

Judith Neeld of Menemsha has accomplished a lot during her lengthy career as a poet. Five books of her poetry have been published, and her work has been featured in three different anthologies, as...

By Mark Foster Fern sensitive, hay-scented, royal, sweet — Grass blue-eyed, everlasting, star, and wool — And spleenwort, bellwort, loosestrife and sneezeweed, Mayflower, monkeyflower, milkweed, and all Are gone from their summer’s pride and glory With cinquefoil, spicebush, and meadowsweet...

By M.R. Baird This morning A cornice of ice Eyelid of the mountain Half closed to blink And freefall Off that field of grey Sky plow Clear a view, White on white The light let in again, Winter flower Sharing its sweet fragrance Draws open in the...

While we are waiting awash in the worst for the cycle to swing again toward justice and forward to singing in the plainest harmony let us stay awake and sane Keeping even closer to our shared spirit-heart the shining hub of eternity from which...

By Joseph F. Steele So — There's this girl, right? I took her hand I carried her bags I smiled inside her eyes She heard me. And listened ... and she laughed! In an instant, right? We were where we wanted To be ... In...

By Kristen G. Norman Everytime I Turn that corner Parting majestic bulls Grazing centered Stone walls lazy That tree particular Catches my eye Bending As a person standing there Dimly fixed in time And maybe ... That past by pasture Wandering About old souls Wonder as trees Uniquely knotted Did...

Heat kicks on at dawn — September almost over. Here we go again. At six the dog barks — either wanting to go out or just say hello. Meanwhile, in my dream John McCain and I fist-bump. “New York Times!”...

By Marcia Klepper-Smith We honor you, sweet meat of shore who lay upon our kitchen floor awaiting shuck, tongues clamped in shell. A passing thought: Is this your hell? We brought you here, into our home en masse, so none...

By Mary Beth Norton Last summer, Marauding raccoons Took the suet, the feeder, And the hook from which they hung Away to their lair … somewhere. This summer, I have thwarted them. I bought a new hook to hang from the same...

Here’s to Friday’s mower Moving along, getting it done Ahead of the weekend’s fun Here’s to Saturday’s mower Moving fast, got to be done Before the fun has really begun Here’s to Sunday’s mower Friday and Saturday, why did he rest? By...

Took a walk out past the soon to be developed stretch of mature woods that since colonial days or even the last ice age was as it is now but now is locust time and clear-cutting its fate Soon luxury houses will squat...

“Temporary dolphins are currently being installed on the north side of the Woods Hole Terminal’s Slip 1 ...”  –The Steamship Authority, Alerts & Status   Of course we all understand the need For positive, uplifting public relations But...

Sun burnt grass Ceiling fan rhythms Shadowed spider crawls Thirsty hydrangeas bow Lavender scents humidity Black-eyed Susans wink As a skunk pup slinks In the dusk Cicadas call out the heat And I nod asleep To Miles Davis’ “So What.” Ellen Martin Story, an avid reader...

He was waiting for me at the ferry My last love. There in the crowd on the welcoming side, He stood out — Sunglassed, Baseball cap, tee shirt, cutoff shorts, Improbable Romeo Weaving through the crowd of Six-pack-carrying bachelor boys, Bridesmaids embracing bouquets of...

Kneeling used to be considered through the ages as an act of respect and reverence as far back as memory goes. Now the act of kneeling can cost you your job and get you disinvited from the White...

By Barry Nevin Clown of the garden mid-light Minute thunderbolt in flight A leaping, laughing rainbow light Up, up on unseen wings Angel blossom of the sky Umbrella tree's shimmering mime Now dancing through red trumpet vine Edgartown resident Barry Nevin, a...

It's a salt water, sea Water, popcorn town Where the carousel music goes Around and around And the horses fly free. To the karaoke's tide. Someone grabs the gold ring To win another ride. A salty, buttery odor Permeates the air — Lobster rolls...