A circus arts school recently formed in Biddeford will bring classes to the coast this summer.

It was one of those crazy thoughts people get in the dead of winter. It’s January of 1608. You’re a Popham colonist, teeth chattering, huddled against the cold in a half-built Fort St. George.

This is a community landmark, built in 1793 by Ignatius Haskell as a private home.

These days, instead of taking the mail boat to Little Cranberry, Patrick’s wife Tasya rides the ferry each day to her job in Manhattan.

In Maine, April is a flirt, flashing a warm, beckoning smile one day, and spitting snow the next.

We found a huge, gorgeous oak tree in a grassy clearing on the west end of the island and set up our tents under it.

As a black man on a largely white coast, and as an artist, not a fisherman, he became a central part of his island community…

Megan Grumbling’s Booker’s Point is a remarkable homage in verse to one Bernard A. Booker, 1922-2008, the “unofficial mayor of Ell Pond, Maine, and finder of gold in quartz.”

At Bunker Cove begins and ends with singing. The opening poem, “A World of Singers,” is an invitation to listen to a particular soundscape...