Tag Archives: death
It Could Have Been Me
Today would have been my friend Rachel’s 67th birthday. She stopped getting older when she died of cancer this past December, age 66. She so wanted to see Donald Trump impeached but she didn’t quite make it. She died on … Continue reading
In Memoriam
Masasyu’s Fellow Traveller “Travvy” February 27, 2008–March 15, 2019 My Travvy is gone. It all happened so fast. Last Wednesday morning he was his own self, trotting along on our walk, sometimes sniffing the bushes to “see” who or what … Continue reading
Crow
Crow was hopping along the trail maybe 20 feet in front of us. It tried to lift off and couldn’t. Trav’s Flexi extends that far, but I held him back. He leaned into his harness and panted, not just from … Continue reading
An Uncommon Memorial
I was, as usual, running a little late. I was caught, totally not as usual, in a bumper-to-bumper traffic jam on sleepy Scotchman’s Bridge Road. Leaning out the window, I saw cars backed up behind me as far as the … Continue reading
Stunned
I got the news via Facebook early last evening. There in my news feed was the genial, instantly recognizable face of Pat Gregory moderating a West Tisbury town meeting, and next to it the ungraspable Martha’s Vineyard Times headline: “Pat Gregory murdered … Continue reading
Rhodry Remembered
Rhodry died on February 26, 2008. Travvy was born the very next day, though I didn’t know it till I met him almost two months later. Ever since, there’s come a two-day period between Candlemas and the spring equinox when … Continue reading
A Death on the Beach
Tuesday a woman I know was found dead on Lambert’s Cove Beach. The editor in me wants to change that to knew: Tuesday a woman I knew . . . The writer says stet. Till the moment Sharon died, the … Continue reading
Farmer Kills Dog
The last few weeks I’ve had my nose to the grindstone, or rather my eyes on the laptop screen and my fingers near the keyboard, so I didn’t pick up on this story till 11 days after it happened. I’ve … Continue reading
Young Sea Gull
A recent Tompost on TheTomPostPile (a must for anyone who wants to see and hear more about Martha’s Vineyard), “We Meet Death on the Beach,” reminded me of a poem I wrote in October 1985, just a few months after … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 