From one end of the continent to the other, here is a poem by Tom Sexton, written on the road last last spring as he and his wife, Sharyn, made their way from Maine back to Alaska for another season. We do have our far-flung correspondents. Tom Sexton is…
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One of our loyal readers and far-flung occasional correspondents, Ray LaPorte of Martha’s Vineyard, sent his reflections in anticipation of this summer’s Presidential visit to the island. Ray has been off shore for years, with his wife, Bernadette, following earlier life passages in Pawtucketville, Worcester, New York City, and Washington,…
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There was some buzz and rattle on the web yesterday when the online appliance of a venerable magazine with a Boston root system, The Atlantic, posted a fizzy report about a made-up episode in the life and times of John L. Kerouac, all of it putting Lowell in the news…
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“… Just as he describes it, the Concord narrows dramatically and shallows out over a ‘yellow pebbly bottom’ as it approaches the falls in Billerica, where the Thoreaus went off on the Middlesex Canal and where Kaz and I were to rendezvous with my wife, Yolanda Whitman, in her Odyssey.…
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“Smokestack Chair” by Richard Marion (c) 2013 See more artwork at www.richardmarion.net
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“Red Swirls” by Richard Marion (c) 2013 See more artwork at www.richardmarion.net
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Buddy Guy drove his musical Mack truck right through the center of a packed Boarding House Park this past Saturday night and left everybody staggering from the blues wallop that he put on us. We go to the pavilion on these nights like lowly moths drawn to lamps, hoping to…
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“Blue Abstract” by Richard Marion (c) 2013 See more artwork at www.richardmarion.net Since our photographer-in-residence Tony Sampas gave us images from his recent “Blue Period,” here’s a painting with a color connection.
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Another essay by Tooch Van: The power of sharing By Tooch A. Van on August 1, 2013 at 5:25 am Empowering our son Winston to tell a short story is an obligation my wife and I share. Here are two examples of Winston’s stories: On March 2, 2013, at about…
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I Hear America Singing . I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or…
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