• Many Gloucesters

    An End to Great God Cod

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 07th, 2016

    Circumnavigating Cape Ann there are many harbors and inlets each with their own flavor. There is a vast social, political, economic and ethnic spectrum. Initially they came to fish and farm. Now, behind the scenes, speculators are buying up priceless but decrepit waterfront property with its wharves and fish processing plants.

  • Depression Glass

    Letting Go

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 17th, 2016

    Buy low and sell high I thought decades ago. Planned to make a fortune on depression glass. Bought cheap at Revere Flea Market. We used some but not all of it every day.

  • Journey

    Here to Beyond

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 16th, 2016

    The journey of an artist is not a straight line. Guided by an inner compass the creative path twists and turns. Initial plans morph and change as the work follows its own momentum.

  • The Walk To The Paradise Garden

    Seasonal Reflection

    By: Stephen Rifkin - Aug 14th, 2016

    Verse for a summer's day.

  • On the Beach

    Making Waves

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 10th, 2016

    Bracing against a ferocious Nor' easter. Elders closing ranks and holding fast resisting crashing waves.

  • Bald Eagle

    Prophetic Predator

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 08th, 2016

    The giant bald eagle feasted on my flesh.

  • Swamp Talk

    Muck Slinging

    By: c - Aug 05th, 2016

    There's no reasoning with a swamp lizard.

  • King Kong

    Riff and That

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 03rd, 2016

    Rumble in the jungle on the run for life an limb.

  • Floral Oracle

    Plucking Petals

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 02nd, 2016

    The quandry of youthful romance and its floral oracle.

  • Pratfalls

    Mistakes as Art

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 02nd, 2016

    Our cousin Edward was a strange kid. He would trust his fingers a if to poke our eyes. Then stop short and with a derange laugh exclaim "It slipped." When Pip and I phone or echange e mails we often use "It Slipped." The phrase evokes all the near misses of daily life off the rails.

  • Up in Smoke

    Dawn’s Early Light

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 01st, 2016

    With compassion the major offered the condemned men a last cigarette.

  • After the Rain

    No Man's Land

    By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 31st, 2016

    During the worst of it we leaped into a crater.

  • Little Richard

    Those Fabulous Fifties

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 25th, 2016

    Back in the Fifties rock and roll incinerated my generation. Nobody smoked it like that wild child Little Richard.

  • This Old House

    Signs of the Time

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 26th, 2016

    Zipping along the back road. Short cut tom Pittsfield taken thousands of times. Passing old house ever more decrepit. Interesting to look at as a romantic ruin. Then, good grief, can it be Trump for President signs. Can it be a prank? The surreal semiotic of the creep who would be president.

  • Gloucester Movie Night

    Dating Au Pair

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 07th, 2016

    Making out with the au pair after a night at the movies I parked little Pip on the swing. She was scared of the dark.

  • Olson’s Short

    Fast Forward

    By: c - Sep 06th, 2016

    Don't look back.

  • Quixotic Windmills

    Gloucester's Man of La Mancha

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 06th, 2016

    Windmills generating renewable energy. A good idea in a terrible location marring forever the precious Gloucster profile.

  • Blessing of the Fleet

    Our Lady of Good Voyage

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 06th, 2016

    During Colonial times they settled in Gloucester's Stage Fort Park to work the Grand Banks. Ever diminished that continues to this day. Now a handful of boats earn a living from the sea. Hard times impact ethnic balance as Italians and Portuguese sell their homes, abandon neighborhoods, and move away from the trade of their ancestors.

  • Leviathan

    Gloucester's Maud / Olson Library

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 05th, 2016

    Ralph Maud (1928-2014) was a colleague and friend of Charles Olson, and a leading authority on Olson’s life and work. Maud was interested in the sources of Olson’s poetry, and undertook the ambitious task of identifying and collecting a copy of every book Olson had ever owned, read, or referred to. The Maud / Olson Library opened close to the Gloucester Writers Center in June.

  • Old Movies

    Annisquam Family Dinner

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 04th, 2016

    Sister Pip, a Buddhist and vegetarian, is a fabulous cook. For this family dinner in Norwood Heights there was entertainment, old movies that Mom shot, and cassatta a Sicilian cake that Paula and Aunt Esterre brought from Brooklyn.

  • Willie Loco Alexander

    Ill Be Good with The Fishtones

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 04th, 2016

    Back in the '60s I covered The Lost with Willie Loco Alexander at The Cheetah in New York. I remided him of the gig when he came to my reading at the Gloucester Writers Center. We swapped a book for his latest CD. We played it one the ride home to the Berkshires.

  • Fitz Henry Lane

    Gloucester's Harbor Master

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 04th, 2016

    Walking with crutches the artist Fitz Henry Lane (1804-1865) made his way down from a stone house to a dory in Gloucester Harbor. There as a passenger on schooners he visited and painted the harbors and inlets along the Atlantic coast. A large collection of his paintings are on view in the Cape Ann Museum.

  • Artist’s Retreat

    Media Not the Message

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 04th, 2016

    Without the usual distractions of computer and TV there was initial frustration. In retreat the reactive mind unwinds slowly gradually allowing in more gentle thoughts. Making room for Gloucester and its fishy legacy.

  • Gloucester Frame Shop

    126 East Main Street

    By: Charles Giuliano - Sep 03rd, 2016

    The former frame shop of poet Vincent Ferrini is now home to the Gloucester Writer's Center. We spent a week in its book -lined single room touched by the poets.

  • Grateful Dead

    On Dad’s Head

    By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 27th, 2016

    Like Queequeg in Moby Dick collecting heads. Not shrunken. Dad's from med school and my Tibetan skull bowl used for drinking blood.

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