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Communion – Jan Bailey
Communion I am the tuck of turquoise water. the slap of spray on ocean rocks. I am the boat, the effort of her engines, the voice of the captain pointing out the woman whipped against the cliff by wind, her red cap. I am the trails of bindweed at her feet, the labyrinth of roots. […]
September 5, by Marjorie Mir
September 5th Summer ebbs out. We look for warmth where we can find it, cat and companion in tide-pools of sun, until chill air stirs us, moves us on, itinerants, following a season’s shoreline, light’s retreating tide as far as time allows. Marjorie Mir
September by Jan Bailey
And now the slow slide into autumn: the thinning crickets, the monarchs moving weightless among us like orange angels, the tight-lipped rose hips; the brown curl of aspen leaf, the bikes tossed willy-nilly on the schoolhouse lawn. Even the shadows slide, like blue cloaks about the apple trees. Now the mornings deepen; the meadow glints […]
WRITER, ON HIS LAST MORNING . . . by Matthew Kiell
WRITER, ON HIS LAST MORNING, SITS DOWN ON THE ROCKS BY DEADMAN’S COVE TO WRITE My three weeks are so swiftly evaporating, The spring chill of my arrival day Finally has burned away and Even here 10 miles out in the Atlantic, Summer’s heat has arrived. After the lupines’ dazzling displays Have given way to […]
Reaching Out by Daphne Stern
REACHING OUT A hand from the present stretches backward to touch the heart from the past, gently reinforcing, affirming the common love of an island, a place that changes. Not to worry, says the outstretched hand, your love and memory are safe here, understood here, despite the changing times. No need to become lost in […]
TEN PHOTOGRAPHS by L.E. Wilson
TEN PHOTOGRAPHS “What’s that?” she asked me, pointing to the wall above my desk. “A photograph, a down- load from the Net, the house we rented near Monhegan’s southern tip last year,” I said. “My gosh,” she grinned, “you’ve got a hundred of them!” “Only ten,” I told her. “Only ten.” Impromptu workplace shrine, these […]
MORE SCENES OF ISLAND LIFE THAT WANT PAINTING by Karen Murphy
MORE SCENES OF ISLAND LIFE THAT WANT PAINTING an aerial view at night from out beyond those stars of illuminating fires burning within each darkened house or studio this never changing horizon: the ever-deepening blue below infused from above with a shifting yellow and some pink, painted solely to express how you can inhabit a […]
AUGUST 1957 by Pam Shack
AUGUST 1957 — for R — wed just two days our trusty ten-year old Pontiac, brand new to us “only 4000 miles on it — I just drove it to church on Sundays” spent half of the eight hundred dollars we’d saved the other half for our honeymoon – his first vacation in five years […]
