I have lived 79 years and if I didn’t wake up tomorrow no one would say I died young.

“Black as ink” / A simile just right / Yet as a metaphor, / “Inkwell” takes flight / More than a beach / On the Vineyard’s shore / This enduring icon / Transcends ocean waves.

I’m out for a walk along the bluffs overlooking Vineyard Sound / To shake off the grip of premonition, of ominous threat.

Richard (Dick) Fligor, retired merchant and Edgartown poet, includes 65 poems in the second edition of his book of verse, Breakfast Poems.

For Island-based author Kate Feiffer, writing has always taken precedence over her artwork.

A perennial question / Asked of Islanders / Is for the birds / Who've flown the coop.

Billy Collins, the bestselling poet and former U.S. poet laureate, delighted a packed house at Featherstone Center for the Arts with his carefully observed poetry and humor.

The Island-wide Covid Monologues project holds its final community reading event Saturday on Zoom.

All silently the space of love transformed, Congealed into a frame one could not enter.