Stories

The River Inside

 http://www.primenumbermagazine.com/Issue19_NonFiction_MichaelRoyce.html “He simply did not see how the universe opening inside him was the same as the river inside his mother unwinding at its own pace, taking her away, following the only course it knows.” “Lightning at Dinner,” p. 17, Jim Moore, 2005 In companionable silence, Mother and I sat at the breakfast table as…

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Mississippi Freedom Summer in Eight Vignettes

fringe: the Noun that Verbs Your World Fringe Magazine, Issue 27 • 06.06.2011  http://sundresspublications.com/fringe/ 1. Meridian at Midnight The train approached Meridian, Mississippi, at midnight. The train was half empty and quiet, but my mind raced, heavy and conflicted, contemplating the events to come. Who are they, these racists pulling you from trains and cars…

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Dreams of My Grandfather

“Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.” ―Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Locksley Hall,” 1842 Past the hawthorne tree with its sharp-pointed leaves and hopeful red berries, I wander slowly through the cemetery, struggling to remember my grandfather, his dreams, and the memories of war that hunted within them. “Pesky, oh yes, Pesky, he was a wonderful…

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The Anonymous Campesino

From Prick of the Spindle – Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009  –  Original Link After a hard day of gathering stone, the old man trudged home. Nodding at his neighbors as he passed, he thought: We live together, but do not know each other. “He was old when my parents were children. Was he ever…

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