Massachusetts Without Me You cherished the pilgrim state delighted in its colour its limitless appeal its end-of-the-world feel. You were the kitten to Rockport’s cradle- it pushed you off course shifted your perception of what you considered an idyll. It was the good Doctor Jekyll, not the belligerent Mr Hyde whom you left behind. Salem smiled, Boston beamed and I faced east, ill at ease that you were content without me. A Strand of Hair The strings that linked us have become threadbare...