Commentary
E. Gale Huntington was a writer, folksinger and teacher who spent plenty of time on the waterfront. He was also the founding editor of the Martha’s...
See the cellar’s
Copper bottom
Turn the house
Into a ship
Drift away
Into the sunset
Pried out of
The dangling cliff
As the hungry ocean rumbles...
Sometimes a person is awakened from a dream by the very thing he is dreaming about. For some veterans I know, the deafening chop-chop of helicopter...
Only Islanders — all Islanders everywhere — can truly know the ordeal of coming and going from their sheltered grounds to the mainland with its big-...
The rain that fell last week
pounding against the skylights and windows
should have been snow,
whispering the secret of Winter.
But here we are,
The other day I was watching the umpteenth news item about how the flu bug is everywhere. Midway through the story I think I may have missed a...
The Vineyard waterfront community lost a friend last week. Michael J. Syslo, 60, of Chilmark was always at the bow when it came to the biology of...
PATAGONIA — 7 a.m. I wake up to the shrill of an alarm and roll over on my top bunk, releasing the warm pocket of air underneath my big wool blanket...
Around late January the holiday cheer begins to run thin. The harbor might be frozen over which means no boat. No boat!? Damn, I’m out of booze.
You’...