how good to be swallowed up to be let in
or let out
blue expanse
spreads
the narrows
a maw
stretching ship-wide
the fence stands
to guard the ocean from the town (or is it vice versa)
lucia presses her face between cold bars and wills cargo ships
to come crashing in.
Troy Gallant had curly chestnut hair, and he was tall. By far, he was the cutest and nicest boy in the neighborhood. He would never try to put the moves on you at the Laundromat while you were folding your underwear, for example.
By Lisa McLean It’s 5am in July on the south coast of Newfoundland, and there’s light spilling from my cousin Jim’s fishing store. His is the one with the faded…
Can you tell us a little about yourself? I’m a novelist and a journalist. I’m born and raised (and remain) in St John’s. Though my father’s side of the family…