The Tom McAfee Discovery Feature: Deena Linett

Featuring the following poems:

  • MaryClare Writes to Us from Uist, 1730
  • Alma Rose Writes From St Kilda, 1884
  • Mary Angela Rose Writes From St Kilda, 1903
  • Barbara Rose Writes from South Uist, 1943
  • Mairi MacIntyre Writes from St Kilda, 1994
  • Mairi’s Journal, 8 August
  • You Go Back
  • Mairi’s Journal – August
  • Eventually They Come Ashore

An Interview with Lewis Nordan

E-Z-Roll

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Just now, Farris is in the computer room showing off a glamour shot of his daughter.  She looks like an ad for an escort service, a ponderous wonderbra-ed decolletage welling up around her feather boa.  There is a stamped foil signature in one corner of the picture.  She is thirteen, and Farris is a proud papa.

Poetry Feature: Walter Bargen

Featuring the following poems:

  • Lost Ordnance
  • Calculations
  • Berlin Airlift

Two Fingers

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My father died under the surgeon’s knife on the morning of June 12, 1957, one day short of his forty-seventh birthday.  He had been obviously and continuously ill for three years, and in that time we had finally come to understand the occasional frightening spells of weakness that would clamp down on him in the years of his manhood.  Sometime as a child he had contracted rheumatic fever; it had damaged the mitral valve of his heart, constricting the flow of blood and overburdening the heart muscle.  After years of abuse, the heart was failing.

Krishna's Kid Ivory

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Butterfly's Cutlass Supreme

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When I was fourteen I got burned in a drug deal by a guy named Butterfly and when I went back to take care of it, one thing led to another and I ended up in jail.

Digby Fair

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Danielle came up to me at the school and told me she had $87,000 in the bank and that she had dual citizenship, American and Canadian.  This was at her high school in Nova Scotia, near where they’d recently filmed The Scarlet Letter.  People were pretty proud of that, so I didn’t say that it had been a dog in the States, a real snoozer.

Poetry Feature: William Greenway

Winner of the 1997 Jeffrey E. Smith Editors’ Prize for Poetry.

Featuring the following poems:

  • The Train to Neath
  • At Arthur’s Stone
  • Teeth Will Be Provided
  • Footpaths
  • Now That It’s Over

I Do Believe in Ghosts, I Do, I Do, I Do

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Honestly, I do.  No, actually, I don’t.  Well, I”m not really sure anymore.  There was a time when I was completely sure about these things.  That’s when I walked into the old RKO building on the Paramount lot and got my first Hollywood job.