August 20 is the deadline to sign up for the online open mic August 23.
Poetry
October 24, 2020
The West Tisbury Library presents an online poetry reading with local poet Amarylis Douglas, Wednesday at 5 p.m.
November 10, 2020
The online reading is scheduled for Nov. 22 and all are welcome to listen and take part, according to an announcement from the West Tisbury Library.
April 6, 2021
Island poets are invited to take part in the April 25 reading.
2010
June 17, 2010
The Quahaug Seeker By Adam Moore
Sengekontacket rippling gray
Waters had beckoned me to lay
My rusty basket rake upon
The sandy bottom of the pond.
I grasped, as did I deeper wade,
A rope with braided fibers frayed,
And with it tethered bushel wire,
Afloat in rubber tube from tire.
To quahaugs rake, to harvest reap,
May 20, 2010
Sea Breeze
Alas! the flesh is sad; the books I’ve read already —
O to run away! To flee! I feel with birds their giddy
Flights between unknowns: sea-foams and skies!
And nothing, not old gardens mirrored in bright eyes,
Can now hold back this heart — o sea-drenched nights!
Nor, on this empty paper, lamp-light’s
Desert clarity, whose whiteness keeps it undefiled;
April 15, 2010
Chappy Shadow Walk
I took a stroll this morning, before the sun would shine,
down Cape Pogue Ave to Chappy Road, and met a good friend of mine.
Across Dike Bridge and to the beach, we stopped a while to rest,
and each time I turned to look for him, he was always to the west.
We walked along in silence, but I had a lot to say,
past Poucha Pond along the shore until we reached Katama Bay.
March 25, 2010
Winner’s Circle
I’m trying to rhyme the word “Vineyard;”
Thank goodness it isn’t a sin word.
Unlike that Nantucket
Where oaths fill a bucket,
We keep our frustrations all inward.
— Eileen Maley
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A man with no key to Quansoo
His paltry investments did rue
With portfolio tanked
That bright shining bank
Could only be reached by canoe.
— Beth Parker
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March 18, 2010
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
February 19, 2010
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?
