Tom

Tom

They broke the mold

When he came out

One look was all

You need

A singular

Relentless soul

In every word

And deed

He fished by trade

But gifts he brought

Whenever he’s ashore

Pianos tickled

With his ways

Oysters for evermore

Bless the soul of

Tommy O

Bless his heart indeed

He rambled

And he lusted

Yo

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Paying Solemn Tribute to a Lost Lieutenant

Northeast wind blowin’ whoo whoo

Rain and sleet with wet mixed in snow

The ducks were flyin’ fast and low.

Bam, bam, I heard him down in Quenames Cove

Had to be D.P., wouldn’t you know.

Not long after in the murky dusk

A camouflaged figure with several ducks

Cold and wet right to the skin

But when he got near I could see his grin.

Said hey there you, how did you do?

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Juniper

Juniper

juniperus communis

called jenever by the Dutch

green and young, female seed cone

a fleshy berry used in gin

another life when you mature

piney and resinous

your berries beautiful blue

for seasoning, aromatherapy, medicine

native tribes chewed you to ward off hunger

your seeds become beads

Navajo necklaces for protection

I cut boughs from your strong trunk

like the ancients I bring you inside

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Late Summer Luncheon
Marlee Fox

Late Summer Luncheon

Editor’s Note: Last fall Marlee Fox, a senior in high school, was mulling over her creative writing assignment. It was a cold, blustery day in Annapolis, Md. where she lives and her thoughts turned to Martha’s Vineyard. For several years now her family has been visiting the Island for two weeks each summer.

She wanted to capture, “that feeling you get in your stomach when it’s summer for the first time,” she said.

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The Poetry of Paying Attention
Kate Feiffer

During the last presidential campaign, the poet Naomi Shihab Nye had the daunting task of introducing Caroline Kennedy at an Obama campaign event in San Antonio, Texas. The honor was made particularly formidable because Ms. Kennedy’s plane had been significantly delayed.

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Irene
Brooks Robards

Irene

No turbines in the Sound yet

wind makes its presence

felt the old-fashioned way

my old Vic of a house

rocks and sways with gusts

blowouts of freed-up energy

Plants take up residence in

the safety of inside next to

hammock, porch chairs and grill

tables fend for themselves

bushes and shrubs wear Wilt-Proof

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Nine Eleven: 10 Years Later
Brooks Robards

Nine Eleven: 10 Years Later

Heavy skies drop rain

daily in intermittent waves

this old summer cottage

of ours harbors air eddies

demands the wood stove

current-sucking heater coils

extra layers, sweaters, wool

socks; trees wave remnants

of their storm-seared leaves.

Potted foliage sags its greenery

fallen petals stain the porch floor

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Vanity
Steve Ewing

Vanity

I saw you anchored

In summer

Just on the edge

Outside the shoal

Still shallow

Off Shear Pen Pond

Oscar in waders

Scratchin’ for hogs

I’ve seen your

Stern

In winter

Sputter

While you towed

For scallops

Dredges draining

On the rail

Oscar’s back

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Edgartown
Nancy Anne Miller

Edgartown

Like each sea captain’s home must be surrounded

by the white picket fence of a whale’s jaw full of teeth

over which morning glory vines grow like scrimshaw.

Like the White Cliffs of Dover must be rebuilt to welcome ships,

where houses stand like blocks of marble on Main Street,

and the glass fan window is a pale British Sunrise of sorts.

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In Memory of Julia
Jody Cukier Siegler

In Memory of Julia

Like leaves of fall, shells change in shape,

managing their change of fate.

Parts and pieces, seaweed strewn,

parade of beauty, stop to swoon.

Reeds of grass, like tufts of hair,

climbing toward the well-worn stair.

Tidal swim, when moon is full,

arms outstretched to catch the pull.

From piers we leap into the chop,

and beg this summer not stop.

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