catching up

Follow me back through the labyrinth of July, as I exercise my flaccid blog muscles. I'm sitting here on Norton Island, Maine, having just finished preparing cauliflower salad for our skeleton crew. Almost all of the writers and artists have left, with just Jane (painter), Jacky (poet), Matt (intern writer) and yours truly holding down the fort.

Strangely peaceful. The wind machine whirs around, making us all feel green and smart. Lobster boats chug by, but not as many as in previous years.