Postcard proseIssue 17 | March 2013


by Janice D. Soderling

A light rain falls on the trail I tread, an ancient peddler route that stretches a day’s walk from an inland village to a dying hamlet teetering at the edge of the Baltic Sea. The trail narrows to a path edged by rowan trees and wild crab apple, late blooming thistle and wildflowers with intriguing names: dog-biscuit, saw-wort, cow-wheat, devil’s bit. A few assiduous bees brave the drizzle. Over a stile, into a pasture, cows come bustling importantly—five curious, bulky matrons with ugly EU-mandated ear tags, their monstrous udders swinging. On the other side of the pasture the forest begins and the path remembers that it is a shortcut, a by-way, the way to the village, the by. I pass the razed remains of a crofter cottage, where ghosts of perhaps eleven homesick children remain, their descendants at rest in American graveyards.

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Two poems by Anne Babson
Vignette, Townhouse, 9 a.m. by Troy Cunio
Night Becomes Day Over the West by Megan Foley
Yukon River Aurora by D. B. Goman
Two Poems by David Havird
Cretan Love Letter by Emily Linstrom
Holland by Rick Mullin
Fear in Kenya by Kristina Pfleegor
The Lounge Lizard by Ed Shacklee
Two Poems by Sarah J. Sloat
Night Flight by Vicki Stannard
Koinonia Farms by Alina Stefanescu
Thessaloniki, Four a.m. by Anastasia Vassos
Imaginary Oceans by Jason Warren
Two Poems by F. J. Williams

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It’s Salty by Kelly Hill

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Anchorage in the Great Land by Karen Benning
The Value of Small Money by Megan Hallinan
Screensaver by Sandra Larson
Thirty Cents by Tommy McAree
Gokarna by Kate McCahill
Going Places by Rachel Miller-Howard
Susanville CA: Notes From The Road by Susan Volchok