Penobscot man carries on the Rowantrees tradition
Geoff Miller learned to make one of the Blue Hill’s Peninsula’s most iconic pottery styles 45 years ago. Now he keeps the flame alive.
POEM: The flower that makes us believe summer will never end
Black-eyed Susans inspire a Penobscot poet.
POEM: A ‘moonlit night’ aboard a beloved schooner
Penobscot poet Sue Shaw remembers a final sail aboard the historic schooner Victory Chimes
POEM: On calculating the ‘sum’ of one’s life
Penobscot poet Sue Shaw uses ‘octogenarian math’ to understand—and celebrate— the value of aging
POEM: Patriotic and proud, a ‘perfect’ parade
Penobscot poet Sue Shaw celebrates the joys of a small town parade
POEM: Watching an eagle ‘swoop and soar’ in summer
A bright blue morning, a bike ride, and the joy of birdwatching with kids
POEM: A ‘symphony’ of ‘chirps’ and ‘cheeps’
Penobscot poet Sue Shaw on the joyful songs of our avian neighbors
POEM: “Each fresh sweet shade a shooting star”
Penobscot poet David Jolly draws inspiration from Robert Frost
POEM: Sounds of the season are all around us
Penobscot poet Sue Shaw celebrates the sounds of spring.

