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 | Feb 2, 2022 | Maine Reads
I took my love, I took it down / I climbed a mountain and I turned around / And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills / ‘Til the landslide brought me down — Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac ******* The power of music can sometimes be a light switch. When in...
