Oct
30
What da ya think?
So here we are — Monhegan Commons is on a new road. Lots of bumps. But it is a commons and so we’re together in the construction of this venture.
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Peter
October 2009
Oct
18
Burnt Head – Betsy Bunn
| BURNT HEAD, 2009
The surface of the ocean I peer and blink and peer again, “Please be a whale,” Out on the farthest rocky point, “Precarious,” I think, I lift my glasses once again. I set my sights in their direction. “Oh God of all the blessings of this glorious day, Betsy Bunn |
Oct
14
A SUMMER AFTERNOON IN THE BLACK DUCK – Matt Kiell
A SUMMER AFTERNOON IN THE BLACK DUCK
(In Memory of Mandy)
The cat wants in and
The dog wants out
A summer resident from Boston
pops in to catch up
The cat slips in but
The dog curls up
A day tripper from Kittery
wants a cappuccino, sweet
The dog finds her frisbee
The cat gets stroked
By a mother (babe in backpack)
sitting down on the steps
The cat claws the screen
The dog wants out
Two year-round island women
plan a party tonight
The cat slips in as
The dog slips out with
The gal behind the counter who
slings the toy across the green
The cat — wait, it’s another cat…
the dog snags the frisbee
The weekly renter in Treetops
buys a tiny lobster boat
The new cat wants out
The old cat wants in
The dog biting the frisbee
gallops back to the store
The cat sits, undecided
The dog licks the cat…then wants in
Ten birders with binoculars
buy Monhegan trail maps
The dog wants out
Now the cat wants in and
The dog wants out
Another customer with a smile
checks the postcards and books
Matt Kiell
Oct
05
Zimmie – Matt Williamson
ZIMMIE
sign by the door said “if you MUST
have your sunday times, the boat leaves at noon.”
and he wasn’t ever sweet,
that i saw.
except in those fine little picture postcards,
musta been hundreds of em, took em with a brownie,
i heard, when brownies still had
the good optics.
i once lost a lens cap, and he rooted round
under his counter until he found one to fit.
never a hint of smile,
that i saw.
zimmie was vinegar, in my memory,
but that mixed well with the sweetness outside,
white hair and brows, eyes hard and clean,
like they could cut.
and the coffee smelt as good as whiskey,
and the talk was warm and funny in that store
in the morning but never sweet
that i could tell.
Matt Williamson
