Provincetown Public Library Blog

May 29, 2020Photo by Melanie Black Strange TimesA Poem by Hilde Oleson I am not afraid. I am not sad.A stranger in these even stranger timesI seem to be feeling fine.Moments of happiness still occur,A long lost friend reappears.Friends call, just to support each...

Postcard featuring Ellis Bathing Beach from 1912.  The Red Inn can be seen in the background.

May 22, 2020Photo by Susan Peskin The World is FlatA Poem by Marylou Mansfield Peering the possibilities,corners, intimacies ofthe world,captured in stillness of shadowshaunting my sunrises,clouding my sunsets,I weep inside with no sound, no tears.There are no...

Black & White photo of three men, possibly Coast Guard, walking towards Taves boatyard,129R Commercial Street on left and Flyer's Boatyard on the right at Good Templar Place.

May 15, 2020Photo by Stephen Borkowski Morning/Afternoon/EveningPoems by Mark S. Peel Morning Anxiously, up the stairsinto the room of sudden thoughts,the dog lies sleeping on the bed,the world news barks throughout the first floor. Thus is the habit, let the words...

Black and white aerial photo looking down on the old railroad station, Bradford and Standish Streets and the surrounding houses.

May 8, 2020Photo by Krasimira Banova TouchA Song by Jody O'Neil When at the end of the day is a wall call my name Wall after wall when it’s week after week keep a flame We’ve not been apart as everLike this, will my kiss be your tether To that moment we crushThat...

Black & white photograph of dragger in the boatyard.

May 1, 2020Photo by Jane Paradise I Used to Hate Treading WaterA Poem by Tim Bosworth I used hate treading water.Working to stay in one place and not drown.Never going anywhere, never making any progress.Maybe I wasn’t a good enough swimmer.Today I feel pretty good...

Photo of Ross Moffett in his studio c.1948. Photo credit: George Yater

April 24, 2020Photo by Karen Elliot BluffA Poem by Kate Wallace Rogers Generations of Rosa Ragosa erupt,petals open like questions hips swollen fire, defy wind, raw like desire. Ocean blasts lash rattle windows—nothing but waves break.The temptation of poison ivy,...

Black and white photo of an artist's sketch of Red Inn (15 Commercial St.). Ralph Carpenter's House (9-11 Commercial St.) is beyond. Probably early 19th Century

April 17, 2020Photo by Jamie Demetriou A Poem by Jamie Demetriou Gently, the fog is painted intenderly touching all that we seeperfectly picturesquethis billowing dream  To submit your own photo or poem, email Assistant Library Director Brittany Taylor at...

Photograph of demolished trap shed on Freeman's Wharf(now the location of the U.S. Coast Guard Pier) which served the Atantic Coast Fisheries Cold Storage in the West End of Provincetown. Note the train car still on the wharf which brought fish that was unloaded from...

April 10, 2020Photo by Jim Cornell This DayA poem by Hilde Oleson One year since our paths have crossedSince the last of the flurries, the sting of the frostSurrendered to the warmth of the sun,The fresh smell of earth, the birds that humWelcome, welcome I have this...

Color photo of trapboat Charlotte before restoration, at breakwater near Provincetown Inn.

April 3, 2020Photo by Krasimira Banova Hello SpringA poem by Mark S. Peel One year since our paths have crossedSince the last of the flurries, the sting of the frostSurrendered to the warmth of the sun,The fresh smell of earth, the birds that humWelcome, welcomeTake...

Dune photograph taken by Walter Stiff.

Black and White photograph of barges Idaho, Rutherford, Tucahoe - all wrecked on back shore near old Peaked Hill Coast Guard Station owned by Eugene O'Neil.

March 20, 2020Photo by Suzann Heron AnticipationA poem by Suzann Heron I go to bed in anticipation Each night it’s the same As the hours of sleep go bySomething inside is cheerfully waitingWaiting to see what spectacular offering the sky will bring as the sun...

Black & white photograph Winter scene showing Unitarian Universalist Meeting House at 236 Commercial St. as seen from the harbor.

March 13, 2020Photo by Bobbie Bowman UnfinishedA Poem by Hilde Oleson Suddenly this dayI realized I am not alone in this worldAs I sit in a lovely restaurantFeeling lonely with all of my family far away.I have things to celebrateBut no-one close to me is reallyClose...