Fish Crow
Corvus ossifragus croaking bone-breaker […]
Corvus ossifragus croaking bone-breaker […]
Waking in this gray-yellow portholed light, it takes a moment to conclude that the sounds that roused me were not the echoes of my stomach’s churning but the morning ruminations of a harbor seal on yellow rockweed, and I am rocking in the belly of a boat set moving by a lobster boat that chews […]
At anchor near the silky brown verge of a tidal mudflat, I do not seem to pose a threat to the Great Blue Heron stalking the shallows. It is alert to my small movements in the cockpit—I smooth a wind-lifted page, raise and lower binoculars—yet it displays an almost studied lack of concern. So […]
Not that the chrome-blue, white-lipped waves don’t overtake, it’s that they don’t overwhelm. Hard to believe when you’re out there, fighting the tiller, watching out for the jibe. One by one each swell builds behind the straining dinghy and, as if to move on to the larger task, lifts it like a drifting plastic […]
The hardy little trees at Union Lake Orchard have given up their bounty and today the remains—imperfect Red Havens & Harmonies, Madisons, Belles & Beauties— are heaped willy-nilly in a shallow wooden box on a plywood table. Seconds. This harvest is a second chance, another run at summer like the one we took upriver […]
Manny loves the gear. The cleats and shin pads, the balls and bats, clubs, sticks, skis, poles, skates, goggles, hats, caps, gloves, snorkels, masks… The school uniform—red shorts, red and white jersey—suits his lean body. In the photo he kneels on a green field against a backdrop of flaming maples, a black and white […]
Marie Harris reads and talks about one of her favorite poems, “Pied Beauty” by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Marie Harris suggests two poets whose work Fishouse visitors might enjoy.