• by Robert P. Barsanti • We felt the storm slip onto us from the East. The stars winked out the night before and the wind turned. By the gray light of the morning, the sky had grown hair and the wind had grown wet. Under the sound of words […]
Tag: Nantucket essay
A Sandbar in a Riptide
by Robert P. Barsanti The ocean is easy in Maine. Off of Southport Island, it slips all the way out at low tide, leaving mud and seagulls, then it slowly walks itself back in. At low tide, you smell the salt, the rot, and the weeds. Then, the water lifts […]
Sing the Body Electric
by Robert P. Barsanti In August, the kids start to leave. Over the country, schools have broken through the Labor Day wall and call the young back for practice, or for team building, or even classes. The calendar sneaks up with a suitcase and a boat ticket. The last week […]
Bluff Walk
by Robert P. Barsanti My son took me out for some exercise at ten on Sunday. In the unexpectedly clear and cool June morning, we set out from Larsen’s memorial near the Sconset market and headed north to the Bluff walk. Sunday had floated up out of September and landed […]
Calms of Heaven
by Robert P. Barsanti We were at Reunion and the President was mad at us. He did not come out and scold us over our chicken salad and quinoa. He was very proud of our contribution to the school. He celebrated the soldiers and entrepreneurs that our class had presented. […]
