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.”
Roots cross my path. Small birds cheep and hop in the crackling undergrowth.
Fifty-eight years ago, on May 10, 1963, Bob Dylan performed a concert at Brandeis University in Waltham.
I hold the trunk close. Cherry blossoms kiss my face. Dew shines in the grass.
He stepped into / big shoes / and filled them well / Sean walked in them / until they fit / his own feet.
When I learned that Peter Herrmann had died recently, I thought about the smiles, laughs and fun times he had inspired.
The week before Derek Chauvin’s conviction was deeply troubling for many members of the Martha’s Vineyard Diversity Coalition.
In the 1980s I worked at several Boston area hospitals.
Quite privately/(just you and me)/I ought to be /a better bee.
For the past 10 years, the West Tisbury finance committee has written an op-ed prior to the annual town meeting.
I had long forgotten the tingling feeling of cool, wet grass between my toes in summer.

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