Tag Archives: American Literature

The Art of Acquiescence

  The Art of Acquiescence By Margaret Crocker   THE ART OF ACQUIESCENCE To be a woman in this world is to bend and curve and slip around its corners like a snake in the river. The river has always … Continue reading

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Maiden Voyage

– Maiden Voyage By Howie Good   Maiden Voyage All things are photographable. Two days ago it was a ruined farmer walking slowly over a country bridge, as if looking for a place to jump. Yesterday it was a man … Continue reading

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Mull to Ulva

  Mull to Ulva By Tobi Alfier   Mull to Ulva Because the distance from land-shore to island is a fingersnap in the constant of all time. Because the tides bless fishermen and landlocked alike, full creels the harvest here, … Continue reading

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The Ferry Captain

  The Ferry Captain By Jeffrey Alfier   The Ferry Captain He is the hull, diesel and waterline that mark him, ligature of fists on the wheel. He is bow wave and sting of spindrift, inlets sprawled with waterfowl, tidewrack, … Continue reading

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Springmaid Pier

  Springmaid Pier By Jonathan K. Rice   Springmaid Pier Cigarettes glow orange on cheeks of patient ruddy faces. The odor of strip bait and shrimp fills the air. Tackle boxes, buckets and coolers line weathered planks. Lights on fishing boats … Continue reading

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Eve

. Eve By Sister Lou Ella Hickman   eve was the original survivor story evicted from her plush garden palace which meant she had to start over this time she would discover how much life isn’t fair when she lost … Continue reading

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Wildfire

– Wildfire By Ruth Bavetta   Wildfire Moon dismantled, sun a red disk, reflecting sea a rusty mudflat, hot wind hollowing canyons, hills littered with dust, ash, soot, chaparral, squirrels, palm trees, shingles, Chevrolets, dictionaries, wedding dress, quilt stitched by … Continue reading

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