Month: January 2011
Letters / Cards to Harry
HARRY T. BONE A very unhappy piece of news about Harry Bone came our way a month or so ago, He has been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Following surgery has been living in a nursing home in his home town. Although his short-term memory is poor, he has excellent long-term memory and loves to […]
Experiencing Monhegan — Thom Peters
I’m a newcomer and a one-timer (so far, anyway). My wife and I came to celebrate our 25th anniversary this past August. Neither of us are “artists,” per se, although we both play instruments and sing in choirs and I like to write poetry. But we both were seeking a “place away from the pace.” […]
Experiencing Monhegan – Joy Bristol
I first came to Monhegan in the late 90’s. My friend Frank told me about this remote island that was fun to paint, so a few of us artists went up from Connecticut in September. I had not painted landscape very much, but I thought it would be a fun time with friends no matter […]
Sleepwalkers: Monhegan Island – Marjorie Mir
SLEEPWALKERS: MONHEGAN ISLAND They are unseen presences on the road, passing each other unaware on paths narrowed by aster and bayberry opening to the sea. They are walking through what was, step surely over tangles of juniper, shifting stones toward a day of particular happiness, of clear, full-throated praise. Far inland, wrapped and sheltered, […]
Experiencing Monhegan for the first time (again)
Experiencing Monhegan As with all of this site, Experiencing Monhegan is also experimental. If sufficient numbers use it… it stays (or getting improved). If not, we’ll try something else. So here’s the deal. What did you feel when you first came in contact with the Island? Please, no full length novels. About 500 words, maybe. […]
That Janus Month – Jan Bailey
THAT JANUS MONTH Harry ambles by in his red blanket coat, circles his houses, mending, tending. Rita rouses to her routine and makes for Carina though Newt has left the island, his flying speech run off into silence. The clock ticks; a few finches worry about cats. Today there is no sea but for the […]
