by RJ Heller | Aug 1, 2024 | Creative Work
Rigged lines pull taunt, coax a perfunctory billow of sail Once received, never to perish Wind perhaps or my own breath? Maybe both The sea rises again and again, pushes, pulls, leaving me here, taking me there, now everywhere; horizon mocks, tells stories, calls me...
by RJ Heller | Jul 28, 2024 | Life Downeast
There is an almost perfect concave-cupped cove in Machiasport that will listen to your thoughts. It has been here for eons of time. Its shore is covered in stones of all size, shape and color. There is no sand here, only brightly polished stones of granite, red...
by RJ Heller | Jul 25, 2024 | Random Thoughts
I first heard the term “The Greatest Generation” from television journalist and author Tom Brokaw’s book. After some study I learned that it was first used by a general upon retirement addressing Congress after having led the Eighth Army in World War II and the Korean...
by RJ Heller | Feb 14, 2024 | Life Downeast
I forget what the conversation was about, but I remember it happening just after my wife and I moved here to live the proverbial “the way life should be.” Someone said to me: “You wouldn’t understand because you are a person from away.” I asked: “What’s a person from...
by RJ Heller | Nov 19, 2023 | Maine Reads
In a house, one can walk into each room and feel completely different. Still, there is an essence that floats within these spaces — an essence that is both familiar and different, at times shared yet always personal — this is home. And like those rooms are the poems...
