Kaleidoscope A poem by Sheila Wellehan Kaleidoscope Friends and familywere forever, sturdy and stableas my church’s stained-glass windows,I believed as a child.But people come and go,a sequence of shifting shapesand hues—a kaleidoscope,whirling patterns and swirling palettes,tumbling pieces of mirror and... Continue Reading →
Ice Land The stream never froze, despite the arctic cold. It grew a crackly crust – burnt sugar on top of crème brûlée – that broke like crystal when we crossed it. The stream never froze, but everything else did.... Continue Reading →
Adrift Sift your history through a silver sand sieve. Watch the cascade of holiday parties and funerals fall. You’ll see there are five million ways it happens, how family turns into relatives. The last straw – the daughter miffed for... Continue Reading →
Night Drive When we felt the sun sink into Smuggler’s Cove we met dead pirates plotting and for treasure we dove. When we smelled stars in the sky above Joy Valley Street we devoured cakes made of laughter then floated... Continue Reading →
Signature Dish How did it happen? I don’t remember choosing there was no proclamation that this was my turf do something right once, it’s a tradition sweet potatoes are my signature dish. In late November I paw through produce at... Continue Reading →
Morning Constitutional 8 a.m., the old couple strolls by my house on their way back from the beach as they do every day at precisely this time. Watching them pass by is as much a part of my morning ritual... Continue Reading →
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