The Stories

Sometimes we had a clambake on the shore with a campfire and we'd sit around the fire telling stories or perhaps singing. I played the mandolin ... , ...

As we explored the island’s rocky shores, we stumbled upon an extraordinary find—a Native American ax head artifact…...

Sears Island is the only close place I have to recharge myself. It's quiet, no traffic. It's beautiful. I love being here. It's an amazing place....

My first Maine island experience occurred almost eighty years ago when friends invited my family to stay for a month in their house on an island in the middle of Casco Bay....

the island is  singing the song of wind in the trees ferns in sunlight water against rock...

When I was in my early teens (in the mid-1960s) I was in the Boy Scouts and we used to go camping on Sears Island....

When turning turbines, does Wind become tired and stressed and become an ill wind? Will Wind change course when faced with sharp blades on tall towers massed in lines like old-time...

Yesterday I went down to the coast to begin a process of mourning. I was mourning for the loss of a coastal Maine treasure, that until now has been the “largest uninhabited, undeveloped, cause-way accessible island on the eastern coast of the United States”. This is the place that we now call Sears Island,...

Hard to be lonely in the lushness of eel-grass, feeling the ocean’s ebb and flow — hard to know want or hurt or waste, here below the sun, the sky, the water’s edge of grass and mud and moving with the moon ...

On Memorial Day my poet friend Gary Lawless and I went on a seven-mile walkabout on Sears Island. A chestnut-sided warbler greeted us soon after our arrival. Its song is sometimes described as a short ditty: “Pleased, pleased, pleased to meetcha!” Even though this is what male chestnut-sided warblers sing to attract a mate,...