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Poet’s Corner: Morning jewels

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Cold morning, Snow-covered ground. Sun rising slowly in a low winter arc, Banishing gray predawn. Then brilliance: the scene sparkles with jewels Strewn casually, in great abundance, More perfect gems than an empress ever saw. After 40 years of working with...

Poet’s Corner: Hit and Run Fathers

In moments of lust and passion play you strew your wild seeds into the dark open night. They burst forth blindly, no eyes without sight, and fused into life in their own secret way. A Bastardly Burden, a...

Poet’s Corner: Reincarnate

Those who know me know the tale If reborn — I'd be a whale Pacific foam and deep blue sea It’s life and breath and home to me. Struggle whalers as you might Deep deep down — like starless night The harpoons thrust...

Poet’s Corner: Poor Little Heart

On the bicentennial of Nancy Luce's birthday I have not understood this world at all. I am alone, risen from the sands, prolific in my words, but much sickness, and sad. The wind. My head cannot stand it. The damage and the shock of the...

Poet’s Corner: Into La Cave

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(Scorching red-brick sidewalk July hot Ninety-five degrees) Smooth French music Bubbles up and floods the street The cooling voice of Charles Aznavour Pulls me Down Into This sanctuary of shade Mahogany and rattan Table for one Vegetarian omelet Tall blue glass of clinking lemon water Sips of Chardonnay Nearby...

Poet’s Corner: New Houses

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New Houses How do the new houses work inside? the long rows of sprawling ranches with green spaced lawns and perfect bushes? Are there attics and closets for Mommy’s corn cob doll saved since 1896 — and Daddy’s gas mask from World...

Poets’ Corner: Father Ocean

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I'll find him on the ocean break. It's where I see him best. Sixty-something, hale and free. Gray hair nearly white with age And pink across his chest. Great big belly, pearly white Rising up on a blue-green sea. Finer than...

Post and Beam

A Canadian clipper blows down on us as we raise the second story beams high to the top plate, pin the ridge, hustle to be done by dark. The smell of sap and sawdust, the whine of blades, the...

Poets’ Corner

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Martha’s Vineyard vs Nantucket Not much between us. Their two hundred pound linemen, our tailback like a greased pig. Their winters even longer than our own, our superiority of trees. Same wind-blasted sand dunes and canceled boats, same tackles and cheerleaders...

Poets’ Corner: Moments with a Cat

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full moon shining through the bedroom door — the cat's white throat! cloudy morning- unable to answer the cat's question ... staring back at the cat sitting in the rain cat and i both heard it — that yowling outside old cat curled in a tiny patch of...

Poets’ Corner: Lady Mayor of Pennacook Park

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On the warm summer days And into the autumn Mabel holds court in her chair On her wide front porch And rocks and rocks. She does puzzles in pencil And watches the people On their way to the beach Or home again,...

Poets’ Corner: Writing

We tell people we are writing like people might tell us they are breathing or not with their backs to the wind but somehow it makes a difference to say it because so often we...

Poets’ Corner: Living in October

Whirling, swirling, furled leaves from nature’s wooden bedposts blanketing Mother Earth in a patchwork quilt preserving summer’s residual warmth cobalt blue skies changing the temperature of my thoughts, preparing my mind for the idea that summer will retreat October winds...

Poets’ Corner: Memorial

I remember who is gone, and who remains. I remember their names in the coral dawns And saffron sunsets walking on the water With the wind across winter’s green, green sea. I see their bodies refracted in the...

Poets’ Corner: Ancient Sunsets

There are days when I know that this land was high. An island, you say? Oh yes, now, but its valleys run deep… falling away beneath reefs of ancient sunsets before water before time, not as sunken as soaring…. out of green depths sprinkled with...

Poet’s Corner: For Maria who asked me to write a poem in which she...

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Which are the words that make us Young?  Armenia. It is the only word I know In your language.  Can you be young In English? Say the word suitcase subtracts Ten years, sends you sky-bound Over the Black Sea backwards. Gone,...

Poet’s Corner: Three More Cinquains

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Definition A man is a person who invents the clock so the bomb will know when it’s time to go off. Growing Old The thing to do is sneak inside yourself and find the one place left for being beautiful. Moths Daily life, that slow flame: each of us...

Poet’s Corner: Weather

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From padded window seat inside café a cup of tea warms my hands as cold winds shuffle sidewalk leaves Two tables away sit two men one in October years the other May Soiled clothing, old scuffed shoes, weathered skin, bloodshot eyes,...

‘Legacy of Light’ poetry compilation benefits Save the Gay Head Light

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Supporters of the Save the Gay Head Lighthouse Project gathered at the West Tisbury Grange Hall last Wednesday, August 27, to listen as more than a dozen poets read works inspired by the Gay...

Poet’s Corner: August Evolving

A far more simple life, some say, with cocktails for a grand. Cut farmers' market's vibrant blooms, decline in rusted cans. Wise diplomats, keen journalists, deep psychoanalysts sip pinot and pontificate about why life's amiss. While "Summer people, summer not" is lost on...
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