Category Archives: maine

Redfish Awash Underfoot

December 20, 2023 – 11:37 am

The ACADIA BAY 2 trawls the Gulf of Maine Above the Cashes Bank A hundred miles east of Portsmouth. This time of year Close to winter The weather is tricky. Calm seas Then Deadly storms. Today okay. Sunny A slight swell from the deep Quentin slogs through the knee deep catch. Ninty-three minutes into his […]

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Hunting Pine Trees 1958

December 2, 2023 – 8:47 pm

Fir trees lined the sidewalk On Vanderbilt Avenue Clinton Hill Brooklyn. Spruce pines Chopped Up north from New England forests. My homeland. Trees For families and friends To celebrate Christmas Breathing the fragrance of evergreens, As The tree elves Elysaah, Ruth, and Bobby Hock trees and wreaths Working hard Whilst I laze On My yuletide […]

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Wintah Maine

November 23, 2023 – 8:16 am

Walking on a back road From school No sign of the sun Leaden clouds overhead Fields frozen by deep snow. A northerly wind from Montreal A long slog home. Grey slush underfoot Cold wet seeping Through soles Another mile to Grandmother’s house. Where waits The warmth of a pot belly stove Pull off boots Peel […]

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August 1, 1995 Watchic Pond Standish Maine – Journal Entry

August 31, 2023 – 6:52 pm

My sister and the rest of the clan had deserted the camp to visit a nearby Aquapark, so I arrived on Watchic Pond and sat outside under the pines. My grandfather and his friends had dammed a stream to create the pond back in the 1920s. It always seemed part of my life. Two years […]

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Cumberland County Kingdom

August 24, 2023 – 3:14 am

Written July 1, 2021 From the Kezar Pond to Saco Bay. Old Orchard Beach to Bailey’s Island. The land of my youth The summer camp on Watchic Pond Built by my grandfather. An orphan A logger A frontline surgeon in WWI France. A retreat from the horrors to Maine With a nurse, my grandmother. A […]

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