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The sun rose early. Much clatter and activity filled our home. We were going sailing on The Sally, our two masted schooner. This would be our last outing before Dad would haul the boat for the winter. Oh, how we loved the Sally! Cruising Long Island Sound was a great adventure for this seven-year-old adventurer. … Continue reading Summer’s End For A Seven Year Old by Mary Perrin Scott

Due to a combination of tardiness and determination, Catherine found herself driving through the most violent windstorm seen in decades. Gargantuan gusts of dust and debris pulverized north central Montana, extending their blows beyond Chouteau and into Fergus and Musselshell counties. At the third curve of the first state highway, the Street’s winter wheat was … Continue reading A Land’s Relent by Catherine Dorian

My agent’s voice screamed out of my cell phone, “You made the New York Times best seller list. Your book’s #4.” “What? You’re kidding.” “I most certainly am not. It will be in this Sunday’s New York Times. Congratulations. You and George need to come to the city so we can celebrate.” A week later … Continue reading My Villa in France by Linda Freedland

Scene I. Kitchen:As the father stands by the sink, looking out of the kitchen window into the early evening, he sees the ghost of the black dog run across the rear yard. He turns and says to his wife and son at the kitchen table, “I think that it’s time to get another dog” The … Continue reading A Champion (Adapted) by Edward Pontacoloni

Opening Scene:  Birth Rensselaer County Small Claims Court, September 17, 1954 Judge:  Hello little girl.  What is your name? June:  June Hannay Judge:  And how old are you? June:  I am five. Judge:  I like your red dress. June:  My Mom picked it out.  She likes red.  I like blue. Judge:  Well, it is very … Continue reading Birth to Death by June Kosier

INTERIOR: An upstairs room in an old house with antique wallpaper hanging loose in some places. Snow is seen on fir trees outside the window. There is a bed in front of the window. There are blankets on the bed and the lump of a small person under them. The blankets are dark in color, … Continue reading One Boy’s Life by Duane L. Herrmann

Me thinks it’s quite a reasonable endeavor to confer and regard in high esteem the friendship my buds of taste have given me.With multiple papillae they sort and switch where flavors go.Sweet tongue tip:Her Empirical Highness.There: Creme Brûlée and Mallomarshitch a ride.Globs of Redi-Whip and Tasty-Freezeare sure to please.Yes, my budding tastes concur.Just a few … Continue reading These Are My Buds by Marea Needle

She was a college dean’s wife and mother of three sons. She faithfully and competently performed the requisite duties of both jobs. She was also frustrated and angry that she couldn’t fulfill her own ambitions. We don’t know specifically what they were because she never said. She was educated, skilled, creative. She was a creature … Continue reading A Non-Lyric and Unsung Ode to Her by Leslie Sittner

The earth is hallowed groundMuch movement penetratesthe hallowed groundThe invertebrate is named“earthworm”Clitellate is its classA tube within a tubeThe earthworm body hasring- like segments named annulSmall bristles cover its surfacehelping it move and burrowdeep within the earthleaving waste and tunnelsaerating the ground aroundThis simple invertebratesource of foodfor birds, rats and toadsSoil aeration its primary functiontransporting … Continue reading Ode To The Earthworm by Mary Perrin Scott