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Poets’ Corner: Think-Speak-Seek

Think Speak Seek Who cares Make a stink Share your view Of you Your words Will do Don't hold back Don't follow Old tracks Think Speak Seek No need To be meek Your thoughts Must be told Be bold Don't withhold Think Speak Seek You've only now To take Your bow Don't be afraid Like God You were made What comes To your mind Is good For...

Poets’ Corner: Dark Continents

I hear the shuffle of muffled feet. Sounds uncertain, lacks direction. Something's happening. I hear the shuffle of feet, But, quicker now and more. The sounds louden. I hear the noises of masses moving, their energies growing. Less rambling now, sensing, finding direction;...

Poets’ Corner: Desk 2

You who have yet to learn To lean on me, endure A darker night than any before, Or by candle light Let me beckon you farther. No ghostly haunts, no hesitation No spilled flutes Of imagined celebrations Of published works Stains my open...

Elisa Brickner Poetry Contest marks 20 years inspiring youth

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When Elisa Brickner died at age 17 in a 1973 horseback riding accident, it was a tragedy for all who knew and loved her. But thanks to the generosity and thoughtfulness of her father, the...

Poets’ Corner: Becalmed in Holmes Hole

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Twenty eight restless kids peer out over the rails but there’s no wind to fill Shenandoah’s sails The bunks are made and clothes all put away Everyone on board hopes we’ll sail today No one likes the situation...

Brickner Poetry Contest invites young writers

Attention all young poets! The 20th annual Elisa Brickner Poetry Contest sponsored by the Chilmark Public Library is now underway. “Don’t forget to enter!” says program coordinator Kristin Maloney. The contest welcomes entries from young people...

Poets’ Corner: Fly by Night

A large transport of the first order older than day hovers over the earth like a stealth bomber programmed to make scheduled or emergency landings to receive those prepared those surprised a giant vacuum to eliminate...

Poets’ Corner: Alpacas

Alpacas in the field of grass, Their soft dense fleece has much mass. Of alpacas I am a fan, Whether they are brown or tan. Their fleece has a chocolaty hue, From the mountains of Peru. Their fleece is vibrant,...

Poets’ Corner: The Forest

A mouth filled with dust and cobwebs unable to make words barely a grunt that heart remains in the forest with wild blueberries dangerous mushrooms and shimmering light through pine needles that heart like mine Joel Holmberg, former ceramist and resident of Martha's Vineyard for 26 years,...

Poets’ Corner: The Shift of the Ages

Among the stars my Heart roams free... While here on Earth it cries for Liberty... The Time for Radical Change is finally here... As we all Awaken & free our Hearts of fear. The love of power is...

Poets’ Corner: Island Light

This light that walks on water could be mistaken For a savior, for salvation That can only come from naming unnamed things. A place will be set at the table for the other Ones still able to say,...

Featherstone welcomes summer with poetry and music

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Although the official Summer Solstice would not take place until Saturday, a band of creative writers and musicians at Featherstone Center for the Arts could not wait another minute, and gathered to celebrate the...

Poets’ Corner: Our new telephone poles

Our new telephone poles Standing so straight and tall. What have you done To incur the wrath of us all? Erect as a guard of sentries Along our one-lane roads, Your naked brown wood A story of nature told. A mountainside forest, Stout,...

Poets’ Corner: Just Like Me

If you can’t deny that things have changed And life, as before, is rearranged If you once were warm but now feel colder Accept the truth; you’re getting older. If thin skin itches and you need to scratch If...

Poets’ Corner: Elegy For Pat Gregory

This can't be happening, because Reeds bend (The Fableist wrote) in strong winds they bend and so escape the fate of Oaks unyielding — uprooted, thrown; unsaved This can't be happening, because he bent and still a cruel wind...

Poets’ Corner: I wanted to write about the world

I wanted to write about sorrow, but I was in its throes. I wanted to write about love, but I was alone. In the end I wrote about death, it was a field I knew. There I was cut down like a stalk by a machine, there I fell into the earth and began again.

Poets’ Corner: Wall Street Spring

No birds ’cept pigeons that bring only litter; No robins to dig worms and proudly twitter. Only the pavement in bright dirty white, Full of fast people from daybreak till night. The street is narrow, but powerful still With...

Mom was no poet

I hated her cooking…food from cans and boxes, ‘50s style. “Set the table, punkin’ and get the box of mashed potatoes out for me and the squirt cheese.” We ate what was squirted in front of us… or so Mom thought.

Poets’ Corner: Woman

She stands proud, Feet planted firmly On Mother Earth. Co-parent of the human race, Doctor, lawyer, teacher, Scientist and CEO. Dreamer of dreams And grasper of opportunity. She stands proud. Waitress, philanthropist, Bus driver, construction worker. Sometimes tired but not bowed, A bulwark between her children And...

Poets’ Corner: A Farewell to Mama’s Arms

Oh, how it torments my heartstrings to tie up this chapter I clench ever so tightly to what will soon be a mother's memory As it quickly and ever so surely is fading from my daily...
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