Commentary
Friends say that now that I am older, I should no longer walk alone in the woods — even near Glimmerglass Pond in West Tisbury.
My favorite road on the Island is Middle Road. I love its hills and its lovely views. What I love the most is the view from Brookside Farm.
A gaff-rigged boat named Vanity
Still sails Nantucket Sound.
Her sail scrubbed clean and white
Spars varnished gleaming brown.
I had just reached into the bedroom closet. Looking back at me from the shoulder of a shirt on a hanger inside the closet was a snake.
Maxine Kumin, the poet, died a little more than a year ago and left behind a collection of poetry that any of us can sit down and read.
I grew up in Toronto, Canada. One day the fire trucks came to my house. It was every little boy’s dream. Well almost.