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Brendan Galvin

Spring 1991

Draggers

By Brendan Galvin

When nothing’s going on but windand every street’s a back street,I love to drive among white clapboard houses that seem huddledto the road in this short light, and between the […]

Spring 1991

Skylights

By Brendan Galvin

Every October, after a day when something exotic has landed at the feeder and waits gasping there as on a prowfar out at sea, a myrtle or Canada warblerjust too […]

Spring 1987

September Dory Race

By Brendan Galvin

Thud of the brass cannonpassed through usand they headed for the redcan buoy, and soon,on the far side of the bay,seemed rooted, eelgrass patchesagainst the sandstrip beachexcept when sunlike a […]

Spring 1987

March 11, 50°

By Brendan Galvin

Things are coming loosealong the routefall took four months ago.Something is lopingcross-field toward you,getting barked off farms.The first plover of the yearknows it and takes offpiping like a corkworked in […]