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From Staithes, in Yorkshire so we have found a substitute, not quite perfection, just serene approximate not quite an island—not an isle at all unless one thinks of isolation as the definition. Hard to get there—isn’t that enough?—dense with evacuees from cities. Cliffs, and rock-pools, August light relentless, probing, honest, intimate the gulls scream day […]

ISLAND COTTAGE for Frances Vaughan  Over the years and many visits, since no one was at home, imagination was my entry, allowed me morning coffee  on the small front deck, the privilege of touching down lightly, lingering there.  Today an invitation came from the poet whose cottage it happens to be. Inside, it is trig […]

FIRST WARM NIGHT  come, let us sleep with windows wide tonight a salty breeze like silk upon the skin the birds will wake us early, and the dog will want her walk and breakfast–come to bed my love, and dream of sippng wine beneath the flowering island trees. This narrow slice  of year is precious, […]