Category: Poetry

Morning on Cobscook Bay

Low tide renders towering conifers and the rocky shoreline

as an oil painting on the still water

Crabs scuttle over rust colored seaweed

that pops in the morning sun

Red Pepper

The news was too much to bear

She sobbed freely inside
the open window of the brick tenement

The old man beside her, 
his emotionless face creased 
and browned from the sun,
stared at his smoldering cigarette

The sounds of life’s ceaseless rhythm
swirled around them

Half a red pepper lay on the sill