by Joshua Ewalt I The time for moving to Virginia happened upon the couple quickly. It seemed that way even to Dan, who induced relocation by accepting a full-time supervisor position at Dogwood Vineyards in the Shenandoah Valley. He loved almost all of his work in Michigan: pruning vines in the summer, harvesting in the …
by S.B. Borgersen “I’m taking you to Uncle Abner,” said Ma. She carried me across the hauling road, then down the overgrown track to Uncle Abner’s place by the river. Bushes scratching, black flies nipping—all adding to my agony. I’d fallen from the large maple tree in the backyard. I was up the tree in …
by Glen Mazis I remember the haunting, ongoing feeling I had when I became a teenager and observed the adults around me. It seemed to me that everyone I encountered was not really alive. It was difficult to discern exactly what “being alive” meant, but I could tell what it wasn’t: rushing through the world, …
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