by RJ Heller | Nov 15, 2022 | Life Downeast
A boat moored to holy ground waits, then waits some more. Traps on the hard remember old days and old ways. Fishing gear hangs in closets, basements and garages. The gulls are silent for they have no one to talk to. Painted buoys age dull in bright sunlight as a day...
by RJ Heller | Aug 1, 2022 | Life Downeast
“I am wanting to go and find Frog Rock,” my friend said with a sly smile. I waited to see if he was serious. He was. Now having spent seven years living here, there are few things that surprise me. But going to see a rock shaped over time and eventually named “frog”...
by RJ Heller | Feb 1, 2022 | Life Downeast
The storm was fierce. She tries to hold fast to the pilings that moored her all these years, but her brittle bones snap from that last bite of a January storm. Her scream was horrific, though no one heard it. In that moment, wind howling, surf pounding unforgiving...
by RJ Heller | Apr 23, 2021 | Life Downeast
You hear them before you see them — usually early morning, well before the time you want to get up. One calls, another answers and just like that it’s a conversation in prime numbers with more voices joining by the minute. Crows, ravens and other avian delights are...
by RJ Heller | Feb 27, 2021 | Life Downeast
OK, so, yes, I admit it, I am a fan of Winnie the Pooh, and today as I write this, I am feeling somewhat whimsical and would like to lighten things up just a bit. The lovable storybook character brought to life by A.A. Milne somewhere along the way seeped into my...
