The dirt driveway that leads up the hill to Lizzie’s house is marked by an enamel sign that reads “Lucky Pines.” I remember when I first saw it. It was the first time I’d stopped by to drive Lizzie to school early one fall morning in our senior year of high school. It’s been … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 5: Lizzie
When I think of my younger brother, I picture him when he was just a little kid, no more than ten or eleven years old. Back then, he had long straight blonde hair and a gentle round face with defined dimples when he smiled, which was often, even when he was trying not to. Always, … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 4: Cooper
When I was in elementary school, I stumbled across a book in the North Falmouth Elementary School library on Sir John Franklin's Lost 1845 Arctic Expedition called "Buried in Ice" by John G. Geiger, Owen Beattie, and Shelley Tanaka. I remember I returned the book to the library several weeks late, partially because I had … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 3: John
I’ve wondered for a long time now what it meant to be Joseph Cressy’s grandson. I’ve written a lot about him since he died six years ago. On the night his lungs failed, I found myself in the front yard of my parents’ house on a swing hanging from the branch of a maple tree … Continue reading Spirit Reports Chapter 2: Joseph
From this vantage, I see you of so missed childhoods, of the white canvas sails of Wild Harbor's rocking vessels. You would have painted her with watercolor on thick paper, and I with my pencil. Where the Knob extends out onto the sea, it is covered only by the sky and the flickering trail of … Continue reading To a Man With a Pipe, Unused for Years
Ryan Shockey Davis 