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By Katherine E. Schneider
Suddenly all I see
is the lantern in my hand;
assaulted by rain,
its flame alive.
Midnight came fast,
and darkness edged in
between the trees,
across the leaf-layered ground,
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Read more... [Lantern]
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Dan McGregor. Exit Strategy (Rapture Engine 1). Oil paint on panel, oak, string. 36 x 36 inches.
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By Susan Woodring
Gwendolyn—not Gwen, not Lynn—doesn’t answer Mrs. Spencer right away. It is raining outside and the two can hear it inside. Hear its gentle slap, slap against the kitchen window, the newly reconstructed window, settled into the new wall; the old one has been knocked down, the room expanded to allow Mrs. Spencer a gourmet-sized kitchen. Mrs. Spencer has asked Gwendolyn to guess how old she is and now is pretending she hasn’t, busying herself with wiping down the counter, sipping from her iced tea. Gwendolyn nibbles at a glob of cookie dough on the end of a serving spoon, considering.
“Eighteen,” she decides, “maybe nineteen.”
“Eighteen,” Mrs. Spencer repeats. She turns the faucet on, wipes the sink. “Eighteen,” she says, shaking her head.
“Maybe nineteen. Twenty at the oldest.”
“Twenty?” Mrs. Spencer lays the dishcloth over the side of the sink, then turns to face Gwendolyn. The kitchen feels like a boat, cut off from the world. “Did you know I was just twenty when I got married?”
Gwendolyn shakes her head. She lays the spoon down on the counter.
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By Wally Swist
Every summer a specific species
of wildflower has its season, grows in abandon
to spread across the landscape, fills the meadows
from Mount Pollux to the highway’s median strip,
basks in the cracks of broken pavement buckling
along Farmington Avenue in the restaurant district
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Read more... [Queen Anne's Lace]
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RUMINATE’S 2009 SHORT STORY PRIZE
Judged by award-winning author Bret Lott.
Sponsored by Carly & Jesse Ritorto and the Friends of RUMINATE.
Prize Winner:
The Smallest of These by Susan Woodring
Prize Runner-Up:
Charlie’s Arm by Anna Maria Johnson
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Dan McGregor: Sacramental Engines
My recent work consists of what I call “sacramental engines”—painted mechanical contraptions that are intended to represent invisible spiritual forces. Resurrection has been a big theme for me of late.
Bloodwheel taps into ancient traditions dealing with the legend
of martyrs Erasmus and Catherine of Alexandria, as the torments of both
involved wheels—Catherine being assailed by a spiked wheel and Erasmus
having his intestines wrapped around a ship’s windlass. Exploring the
Tertullian quote that “The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the
church,” I decided to combine this concept of wheel as torture
instrument with the generally positive and motive concept of a
waterwheel.
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Read more... [Artist's Note]
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