Tag Archives: C. M. Donahue

Harbor Cove: A Decade Later

Standing on the stone compass across from the Lobster House where the old fishing boats fit snug in their slips, I inhale the musky sweetness of seaweed and garbage on the shore. Chlorine and sunscreen perfume my skin. Seagull silhouettes … Continue reading

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Walking Alone On Steger Beach

When the sand is still cool from the previous night, and the tourists are brunching at the bed and breakfasts, I traipse down Steger toward the Cove. Piping plovers scurry out of my path as I clench a straw of … Continue reading

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