Shoreline by RomeDome. The beach at Northwinds Sandestin had emptied before midnight. Only the four of us remained, walking at the seam where the Gulf folded itself onto the sand. Far out over the water, a thunderstorm pulsed behind the horizon—silent flashes at first, then a low delay of thunder that seemed to travel beneath … Continue reading Shoreline
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Potato Field
Potato Field By Taters Canning. When I was a young boy, thin as a rake, The Dust Bowl had left us with little to take. We drifted west, Depression weary in our hair, To Salinas, California, for work—or a prayer. My pa saw a field in the moon’s silver glow, With potatoes … Continue reading Potato Field



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