From aboard the Snow Goose sailboat for close to a decade.
• Estuary • Barbary Chaapel • No Name Harbor
Have you ever stood outside on late October day with the scent of wetted leaves on
the ground, geese practicing their formations in the sky and felt such a longing for you knew not what? That is how this poem was born.
• No Name Harbor • Dr. Sandra Vrana • Grab A Nickel
"Barbary Chaapel's poems, beautiful in precision and deep with understanding, are weighted with the experience of the body in its earthly entrapment/paradise where sunsets, ice, trees, stranger and friends, pets and wild creatures are loved, feared or sometimes just endured. Yet in her poetry an inner vision rises like mysterious vapor over all of these sensory details, the heart yearns, the soul settles on a branch and sings. And we listen with held breath."
• No Name Harbor • Barbary Chaapel • Publish America, LLP
Sometimes I am the silent witness to miracles in SKY, become the line drawings of winter, the sienna-breast robin at the milk-green pond; Or see the possibility of a different redemption, Saul to Paul in one glorious glance.
FIRE: When we married I didn't know I'd be hard to handle. He is survived by me, I am survived by him. He is such a sunny soul; It is all so bittersweet ... These are lines from some of the poems in this section ...