May 12, 2003 “I’m as free a little bird as I can be… I’m as free a little bird as I can be… I’m as free a little bird that ever said a word… I’m as free a little bird as I can be.” With these words, MorningSong begins. About eighty of us sit in […]

May 3, 2003 “Ocracoke isn’t a place, it’s a planet,” Russ Newell tells me, as he leans against his open-back vehicle and pulls out a copy of his latest poem, just published in the local Ocracoke Observer. Propped against the car, he carefully places reading glasses on his nose and takes on the tone of