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Island poets, inspired by the surrounding sea, will read in Salem

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...

Poets’ Corner: Schizophrenic Lover

Your soft touch melts me. My heart opens — oh, the possibilities… the warmth. But then, all has changed. Your tone is cold. The soft caress gone, your ardor replaced by a numbing chill. Soon, the glow returns. You lull...

Poets’ Corner: Poor Egg Heart at Holy Days

Here hangs poor shell-less Egg Heart, vulnerable and fragile, newborn, supported only by her membrane just above her shattered, yet familiar prison shell, disassembled in chaos below. She waits for new forms, not like shells or prisons, seeking them, sometimes in the wrong places, such...

Poets’ Corner: This Season

Another spring appears. Earth still here altered beyond our grasp but here still with its robins and new hopes in souls of love longing so many generations for the true world carried within an enduring vision: hands raised only to help and heal bodies...

A rhyme, in time, will make you feel fine: Notes from the Poetry Jam...

Last Thursday, a handful of poets read their work in Chilmark

Poets’ Corner: And So We Gave Her Horses

On our last day, we scoured Edgartown for chickens. Plastic chickens, china chickens, wooden chickens. Any chickens at all, for her West Tisbury tombstone. But there are none to be found. Edgartown is chicken-free this day. No more chickens...

Poets’ Corner: Prayer From A Parent

December 2012 To remember the slain children at Sandy Hook Elementary School It was almost impossible to recognize him at the morgue. He had been shot so many times he looked like the rag toy our dog drags...

Poets’ Corner: Side (Seedeh) Morning

White breasts under the clear Aegean sea shallow in, pale and moving light green robes not to cover but to warm pure nakedness. A young Hector is walking the morning shore and turns his head, and then his...

Poets’ Corner: The Dress

Call me fickle, call me vain, say I'm demented and insane, I look at you and sigh, I reach for you, I buy. I know you cost too much Yet I surrender to your touch. I want you till it...

Poets’ Corner: Winter’s Concert

Singing through the sparkling night sky the sound of winter’s chilling cry Trees dancing with delight to a tune sung in chorus under a smiling moon Running brooks joining in beneath the ice — giggle and grin Banging branches and...

Claudia Taylor: A rising poetry star

Martha’s Vineyard Regional High School student Claudia Taylor amazes audiences at Pathways

Poets’ Corner: Midwinter

At 4:45 the sun edges through a loose nest of branches, sets behind a snow bank, slipping out early after its brief appearance in today.  But it still dazzles, like a pearl set in diamonds on the white breast of a girl at...

Poets’ Corner: The Onside Kick

Gasping for breath Quivering in the cold Not Even The Rescuing sirens rolling through the fog of the Vineyard Sound, could ease this blow from the fist of love. Crumbling the infrastructure from within Jarring the teeth to impulsively rattle Continually...

Poets’ Corner: The Fisherwoman

For Janet Messineo on our birthday. I can tell time in the dead of night without a watch 4:00 A.M. sharp Janet starts her car rods strapped to the roof waders and gear on the seat snack bag tackle box keys It’s Derby...