Invisible to me, but not to Bill Austin, surveyor, who spies each little rill, And ridge and ditch and remnants of a fence

From the north, wind clears the laze of summer, seaweed collects on the windward shore and squishes cold under bare feet.

Pathways Projects relocated to the Tisbury Waterworks Sunday for a multimedia performance that brought together poetry, music and visual art.

With cheers, laughter and sighs, Billy Collins was welcomed back to Featherstone Center for the Arts Tuesday.

Just because we hear music Doesn’t mean we have rhythm

Slow sun pulls long days over July. The marsh holds its breath and soaks in warm water.

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