My father, Richard Manley, was just 23 years old when he came to Martha’s Vineyard in 1952 to help clear downed power lines after the destruction left by Hurricane Carol.

In 1983, my parents bought a new house on Crocker avenue in Tisbury and we moved from East Chop over to West Chop.

There were thoughts we would make it through, but didn’t: the crushing deaths at Elmhurst, each night watching Lives Well Lived on screens— it suffused the town with a communal mourning.

Kevin Parham's new novella brings back the M/V Islander, which was decommissioned in 2007, in a fictional tale about the beloved ferry.

What is there about Martha’s Vineyard / That urged a friend of mine from Lebanon / To say, “I don’t want to die without seeing / Martha’s Vineyard.”