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Secret

I still remember when I pushed you a little too hard. You fell and gravel got in your arm. Your white face turned an ugly pink and folded up. Then you cried. My only thought was — Now they'll find...

The Only Road Worth Taking

There is only one last road less travelled A road that only you can take The road that helps the world unravel "It's your own," make no mistake! Every other road you see today May turn left or right You...

Voluptuous Torso

She must have screamed when the photographer, perfecting beauty, amputated head and arms and legs. You take the torso, I’ll take the scream. There is no other way to get myself right. If I were an architect I’d build a church whose ornaments are screams...

The Strand

By Joel Holmberg The strand, caught between the flat sea and red cliffs, was narrow. Barely perceptible wavelets lapped the dry sand. The white ribbon stretched straight ahead without curves or coves and gradually compressed...

Trailing Arbutus

By Steve Ewing My knees are wet from kneeling this morning in the misty rain Mayflowers in high bloom bring me back to picnics with my family as a boy in Christiantown Snipping honeyed bunches tender sweet purple pink to white Grandparents in fresh Spring form I...

Music to the ears

Who among us doesn’t have a favorite poem, or two or three or more, to get us through vexing times — admittedly, what most of us Islanders are experiencing right now? Or so it...

Poem: For Billy

I could have gone and been properly killed with the children of my generation, but I waited for death on more familiar turf, near places I practiced it — storming Nazi bunkers on the red ash pile with...

Joy of Pinkletink

By Patricia Correia It makes you think We’re on the brink, And tickled pink: Choir of pinkletink. Living between two ponds, Patricia Correia enjoys pinkletinks in stereo.

What a poet laureate does — and why poetry matters to us

Justen Ahren, Island poet, writing impresario, and landscaper, last month was selected as Martha’s Vineyard’s third poet laureate. He follows Lee McCormack and Arnie Reisman in the two-year post, created in 2012 by the...

Elizabeth Bishop: A miracle of a poet

Who was Elizabeth Bishop? Elizabeth Bishop has been called one of the strongest and best poets of the 20th century. She was a consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress (before the honor...

Poem: Breath

How deep How long My breath sustains My breath remains My breath contains My remains My lifeless bodies breath My breathless eyes death My rosy cheeks My purple lips My bright eyes See no more skies Weeping Seeping Last breath Deeply sleeping Breathless Death ... As a young man, Philip A. Zentz...

Poem: Waking

in the white womb of winter wrapped taut against cold another morning dusting quietly covering blanket of ice this lethal love one step solidly cracks echo splitting what’s frozen under my feet waking in the night white landscape snow moon hiding one light shines sea bound bobbing beacon on the horizon swans switching...

Poem: One Moment

All breaks open in one moment of gentleness or beauty. Even though sorrow seems solid fear feels frozen and degradation deepens daily. Even though what we are watching unfold before our eyes ... this hardening shell of greed and corruption, unfettered by morality, impervious to outrage, is unwatchable ... Even though all breaks...

Winter’s Midst

By Margaret Charette Another day has broken through Just as He has planned Mountains of ice and rivers too In God’s snow-covered land Blustery cold-biting wind Snow upon the ground Frost-covered trees, icicled roofs Winter’s prints abound Steamy coffee, pancakes griddled Warm maple syrup...

Turning the page: Jennifer Tseng’s new life and work

Jennifer Tseng doesn’t live here anymore. The celebrated West Tisbury poet and novelist, and a mainstay in the circulation department of the West Tisbury library for seven years, lives now in Brookline, teaching prose and...

Poem: Winter Nights

By Rachel Baird A winter’s softer night abrades the human, Alone to release of skin, Once stripped away Following the red, The woods, dunes, ground Fading into shadow disappears, Only the sky and water left Speaking in whispers to each other, Out past...

Annual contest seeking poems of peace

There is still time to enter the 2017 Voices of Peace Poetry Contest. All entries must be received by 5 pm on Friday, March 31 (not just postmarked by that date). The contest is open...

Poem: Waking

In the white womb of winter wrapped taut against cold another morning dusting quietly covering blanket of ice this lethal love one step solidly cracks echo splitting what’s frozen under my feet waking in the night white landscape snow moon hiding one light shines sea bound bobbing beacon on the horizon swans switching...

Nor’easter

By Linda Bergeron Freedman Well the holidays have ended and things are put away It's way too cold outside for the children to play The wind and the cold visits us again Mr. Winter’s time is about to...

Poem: Happy New Year

By Donald Nitchie May you reach it like a beachhead and hold it like a surprise inheritance and may you enjoy it even if you don’t deserve it May the objects of your affection not shun you and even approach like...