this place is littered with islands
but not Toothache Bay
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
this place is littered with islands
but not Toothache Bay

I can’t decide which photo I prefer.


We watch them grow up from visit to visit to our yard.

Another quirky seasonal creation in our house. Martha Stewart, move over.
The most powerful of the public ministers in the early Quaker movement, Nayler remains unjustly tarnished by what I see as a street theater event that erupted into scandal and his conviction by Parliament (not court) on blasphemy. His shameful treatment by Quaker leader George Fox afterward furthered the sleight.
He’s seen as the most systematic theologian of the emerging movement, as I’ve written elsewhere. What fascinates me the most, though, is his articulation of the Light, as early Quakers experienced Christ. Nobody has written more insightfully in its wide-ranging appearances.
One difficulty is that the experience isn’t “like” anything else. What, for instance, is light itself like? Or the color green? Nayler’s writing, then, can make full sense only to others who have experienced a spiritual Light inwardly. Logically, we’re stuck in a tautology.
His text, though, works and sounds more like contemporary poetry than you’d expect from 17th century English prose. Well, Ezra Pound did describe literature as “news that stays news,” which I think fits here.
this crew like a well-oiled machine
contrasts sharply
to that new level of low
lubrication

Their version of a drive-in restaurant, we suppose. There were others overhead, all ordering fresh alewives migrating upstream from the ocean.

We had to walk gingerly around it before it left, in a huff.

You can walk there only at low tide.

No traffic inside the Cobscook Shores public preserve.
NEW
NOON
TUNING
MOOING
MOON