Author Archives: thislandtheseshores
A friend once said to me, “Writing a book is like dropping a tissue into the Grand Canyon.” I’ve often thought about that remark as I plunged into the self-marketing field after self-publishing my second novel–a new experience for me … Continue reading
April is National Poetry Month and while April seems to be hesitating to bring us warmth, maybe poetry will do the job. Alora at Ocean City, September, 2005 Before this day becomes yesterday I want to write you down– pouring … Continue reading
Many years ago I committed murder. I harvested eight acres of loblolly pines. Listening to the trees crash to the ground was horrifying. My lovely woods. Gone in a day or two. My love of the woods and the old … Continue reading
Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poetry.
He planted raspberry bushes along the edge of the woods, and apple and pear trees near the low place in the field where water held when it rained. He had the farmer who rented from him scoop out the earth … Continue reading
The Oxcart Man, by Donald Hall As I passed the entourage of monster farm machinery gathered at the edge of the field yesterday, I noticed a truck piled high with seed potatoes that meant the season had begun for the potato chip contract. … Continue reading