Recent Work By Josh Rolnick

We rode our bikes through  a gateway, between two old whale lookouts linked by a twenty-foot-long banner — “Welcome  to Summer” — a trident-wielding mariner  standing sentinel over the final “r.” A few island moms were fussing over deep tin dishes, removing foil from littlenecks, adjusting  burners  under  weakfish stew  and  Jersey  corn  chowder.  A double- decker barbecue belched saffron-shrimp smoke. Girls jumped double Dutch in the side lot, and high school kids played basketball against the old Coast Guard building at a hoop with a metal chain net.