S Categories Fiction June, 2017 Sassanids, etc. He’d been on his knees all morning the second day when he first saw her. It was the only time in his life he saw..
M Categories Poetry June, 2017 Musings on the Old Abalone Song “In Monterey the squid they say is tender as baloney. But here I’ll pound a little round of tough old abalone.” George Sterling was Bohemian,..
T Categories Poetry June, 2017 Through the Sea Black as Tar I cannot reach you… If the waves would rise on the first day of September a Prince of Venice will depart down the sea..
D Categories Poetry June, 2017 Do You Remember My Name? I only want to know your name. there is a drizzle of homemade jam on this memory i think i have, like a hug under..
A Categories Poetry June, 2017 A Pastoral Woman (1) On Rogation Sunday in a field in Kent The flowing blessing is presently underway. And in a building too shy to hold a woman..
T Categories Poetry June, 2017 The harbor never changes Scour-faced, jet-lagged, fresh from the airport, they plod up the tower’s steps and stare across to the Old Man of Storr’s sky-pointing finger. And..
M Categories Fiction June, 2017 Model Citizen1 George Tandle stood, patiently waiting for the 7:38 from Bunker Hill to Hardchester. From the lofty vantage point of the station, he could see nearly..
2 Categories Poetry June, 2017 2017 I. She relates to me that a race vet in Kaltag has misplaced a glove, gone gloveless and at forty below developed frostbite. This year,..