Tag Archives: poetry
B is for Beach #AtoZChallenge
See here for more about the Blogging A to Z Challenge. B is for Beach — it’s a no-brainer, right? Martha’s Vineyard is an island. Its whole perimeter is beach of one kind of another, and much of it is … Continue reading
3 Quotes, 3 Days: Day 1
My favorite blogs open windows into the lives of other people, especially other women, other creative types, and people in other places. The blogger of The Glass Bangle fits all three categories: she’s a poet and writer who lives in South India. … Continue reading
Sonnets on a Planning Board Meeting
In “Small-Town Journalism in the ’80s,” guest blogger Eileen Maley recalled covering “West Tisbury’s planning board meetings, where much of the action took place. Overflow crowds showed up to hear proposals to chop up large plots of land for housing … Continue reading
Nothing Happening
A while back (was it already a month ago??), I expressed some reservations about “laureation,” specifically the proliferation of poets laureate on Martha’s Vineyard. Lee Mccormack had just given his inaugural reading as Martha’s Vineyard’s first poet laureate. Lee is … Continue reading
The Key Sestina
This poem came back to me while I was writing yesterday’s blog. When I lived in D.C., my keys wore holes in the hip pocket of my jeans. On Martha’s Vineyard I carried no keys at all. This might have … Continue reading
Laureation
I hoped I’d made that word up, but no such luck: poets can be laureated, making them poets laureate, and the act of doing so is laureation. The dictionary says so. Laureation, specifically the laureation of poets, is enjoying a … Continue reading
SOOP MV
Martha’s Vineyard has a long history of Vineyarders entertaining each other in living rooms, backyards, church basements, barns — almost any space will do. Last night I went to SOOP MV. I’m pleased to report that we’re still doing it, … Continue reading
The Most Important Credential
In the late fall of 1976, I was driving west on the Boston Post Road (Route 20) toward my evening job as a proofreader in Sudbury. West of Wayland in those days, the Post Road was a sleepy two-lane road … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 