Issue Fourteen – March 2009

Getting It Right

By The Editors

If the writers featured in the spring 2009 edition of SHARK REEF didn’t write fifty drafts of their work, at least they kept at it until their work shone like polished stones. As you read these offerings, you’ll notice,

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Clever Sleep

By Lisa Lawrence

Clever sleep, hiding under my pillow, under the bed
I turn and toss, plowing the sheets, turning over the turf
of the day while pocketing seeds that resemble slumber
like words and thoughts for a poem to sow through

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Waiting for the Port Townsend Ferry

By Janet Yang

A couple of blown-out motorcycle guys:
Paunches leading,
Park their Harleys,
Slouch.

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The Great Chicken Stand-off

By Sharon Wootton

A never-ending skirmish was our version of a feuding David and Goliath, right-vs.-might, old-timer versus newcomer, downscale versus upscale conflict, guaranteed to make Dollar Island’s Gossip Hall of Fame.

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My Montana

By Ann Bodle Nash

I am in the midst of a love affair with Montana. I didn’t see it coming, as so often is the case with middle-agers. We drift into these close-to-the-heart relationships and, somewhere along the way, knee deep in delight and longing, we consider radical thoughts

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Floating

By Lindy Reese

Keith broke the water gasping, exhilarated. ‘A ten!’ he thought and swam toward the pool’s edge. He watched another diver enter. An eight. For a moment he bobbed at the edge.

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On Days When Rain Sews Earth to Sky

By Oak Boesky

On days when rain
sews earth to sky
I stand at my window
and watch it fall sodden
leaden to the ground.

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Women of Fredonia: The Legacy of a Nuclear Family
(A Play in Eight Rounds)

By Lynn Aliya

All my life I have had this recurring dream. It’s late at night and I’m running across a field during a lightening storm. My mom and dad and my brothers are with me. And lightening is exploding all around us. Everyone knows to lay down on the grass. Everyone, but me.

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