My Grandfather’s Exhibit
by John Davis Jr.
My Daughter Waits For Her Father
She tries to draw her father, a generic round face atop a stick body. She does not remember how
The Disappearance of Dungaree
It unlisted from our lexicon along with ancestors’ harder drawls and ways:
Anna Magnani in The Rose Tattoo
The thing was, she wasn't really pretty. How many movie stars, in the firmament of Hollywood, that tinseled, technicolor world,
The Caloosahatchee – A River In Florida
by Patricia Lewis Speir Eerie shadows spread across the narrow, twisty river, reflections, perhaps, of a Calusa Indian's spirit lingering in the dense cypress and palmetto hammocks readying his canoe of yellow pine
Handcestry
by John Davis Jr. My hands are older today than I remember. Overnight, they’ve seasoned into my grandfather’s: one rigid blue vein ridging each index finger like long-repaired irrigation lines running
Wal-Mart Bags
by Deborah R. Majors I saw, pushed by a semi’s draft, Florida’s snow float from heaven to Pine to grass then tumbleweed
Plainchant Home
by Phoebe Brown There is vibrant sound here. Cicadas rattle their wings together—warm
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