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Poet’s Corner: Spring Azalea

By Susan Thompson You only liked me for my prettiness My beautiful shape dressed in pink Irregular in the morning sun Please don't stop and stare I like it here in this woodland The sun feels good on my leaves My...

Poem: Matter

By Cynthia Bloomquist My grandmother is in the hospital with pneumonia. She's 86. She used to paint whole houses by hand and trim hedges standing on ladders. I always thought she was indomitable. Now she seems...

Poem: When

By Carolyn O’Daly I searched without for happiness, and I found fragments. I opened my soul to love, and my heart was slaughtered. I covered myself with armor, and searched again. It was always right there, beyond my fingertips. Waiting for when. I searched...

There Is a Dull Murmur

By Susan Thompson There is a dull murmur punctuated by footsteps and bells together with distant voices with an occasional high note The rustling of paper Mostly though it is quiet And if you listen A silence in the...

March Is Closed

By Gregory Mone Went for coffee and a cookie at 7A. Closed. Looped back State Road to Scottish. Closed. Little House, every summer house. Closed. Farmstands, galleries, Edgartown. Closed. So I returned home, despondent and Rockbound. Closed? My house was gone,...

Poem: Meadow Jade Pollock

Now I know too much, Meadow. I have seen your face. Your future.   I’m so pleased that you got into Your college of choice. Of course You would … outstanding student, Athlete. And then you put Your talents into veterinary...

Around the Edges

When I looked in the middle All I saw was the edges, The middle being the center — Too deep, too dark, too far From love’s light To penetrate and nourish by synthesis The soul’s passion To join our hearts into...

Poem: Vineyard Winter Seascape

The blue green waves That thunder nearer In a symphony of discordant movements, Crash wild and determined Upon the impending rocky shore. I am content to observe This wondrous beauty Of sea, land, and sky Roughly blended and changing, And the gulls who...

Lighthouse on a Starlit Night

On top of the dune, Balancing between before and after, Preparing to leave, Already missing this place, Then falling back into rhythm With the lapping of tide and time. Gentle flashing from the tower on the hill, Soft lights from salt-stained...

August

Depressing drizzle soaks the outside screen Waves of northern mist blowing, Sky darkened before twilight feels Like autumn, and not the month before it. August is usually A still month a Quiet month, With determination — Looking to stay warm,...

Island Life

Summer evening lull murmur of porch sitting friends clothesline draped with towels Katama meadow Belted Galloway breed of gentle temperament Lagoon morning cold herons roost in the branches mallard duck dabbles Warm breeze bugs come out Tiasquam tufted titmice forage spring blossoms Jean Cargill is the...

Dear Youth, This Summer, Let Us Sail

Summer springs — an osprey dive, dead-aimed, streamlined, heated high — at least for those beyond the shores, whose youth sprang many years before. Ah youth, when languid lessons bored. Reflex tells us prowl and hunt. Expectation. Daily grunt. We hoaries...

The Visit

Well it’s that time again in the news It’s August here on the Island and we are ready The large dark vehicles are slowly driving around Mysterious other cars following behind them Driving down dirt roads leaving a...

Man on a Lawn Mower

He is seven feet tall straight vertical in fact rides a lawn mower that looks like a grass eating animal with a circular mouth and up reaching legs to hang on to as it proceeds on the...

The Girls of Summer

Like a burst of confetti They erupt into the corner store. Tanned, long legged, Laughing and pushing each other. They toss their sun-bleached hair And glance around to see If people are watching. Beach outfits — bikinis Barely hidden under short Skimpy coverups. Sandals,...

Gifts of an Island

How can this island hold so much love, from the seas around to the skies above? The feel of wind and the roll of the sea is a welcome to travelers, the island decrees. Traveling the roads lined...

Sea Glass

Here upon the island, The happy hunt is on For a broken bit of sea glass To be unearthed and much adored. Is there quite some story Behind each rustic treasure? If there is, the magic’s gone Once it’s been uncovered. Every...

This Place

The first visit to this place I was in awe Didn't know what to expect and what not to Looking around wondering if it was anyone else's first time Blood flowing through my veins faster and faster Skinny...

The Chestnut Tree

I came upon a chestnut tree as fine a tree — as fine can be — loaded with chestnuts, large and small. How would I get them before they fall? Then Mr. Squirrel would have them all!   So I...

Night Sounds

When you're Fed up With this Human's World; Views Opinions Standing up Laying down. Go out amongst The crickets — Close your eyes Quiet your mind And listen to Them debate — Nothing … it makes It all all right. Kristen G. Norman is “a 24-year...