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: A ‘symphony’ of ‘chirps’ and ‘cheeps’
Penobscot poet Sue Shaw on the joyful songs of our avian neighbors
Spring break: Dealing with ‘this hand we’re dealt’ in March
A local poet writes about the tease of spring
Spring is ‘no dancer gowned in green’
The Maine spring stomps to our door in rugged style, writes a Penobscot poet
When seeing is more about wonder than sight
‘I see,” says writes a Penobscot poet. But not always with her eyes.