blue dolphin street oil by jean d...

marsh spring by pat fry...

Last fall's cattails
Have burst their
Bonds -
The tight packed
Seeds ragged now -
Like sheep for
Shearing.

cemetery by pat fry...

The evening's sunset
Lights up tombstone faces
In cemetery row
Its silent ecstasy -
A Summer Revival
In full swing.

beached whale by pat fry...

(found tangled in fish line on Mowry Beach)

When the Fundy tide rises fast
Over the beach -
I like to imagine it wakes
Him from a fitful sleep
And hearing a whale song,
He breaches high
From that putrid grave,
Swimming unfettered
To the pod.

coming! jean's oil blue dolphin street!...

the coffee is cooking...

The coffee is cooking
Rain
And distance
It has been raining a long while
Unbending
That far off horn
Saying
There are rocks and beach
Saying
The coffee is cooking

jackson pollock meets gerry mulligan at west quoddy head light...

"It makes you laugh.
It makes you sing.
It makes you happy."

-Kimberly Ashby, artist/writer