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Down Anstruther Way by Tobi Alfier
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Dec 06, 2016

it was amazing
bookshelves: futurecycle

We are the publisher, so all of our authors get five stars from us. Excerpts:


It is summer.
A small crowd rides a crest of laughter
propelled by somebody’s radio,
the speakers turned up and out,
a rousing ballad.

He has drunk whisky
to this song, broad smile, arms clasped
upon the shoulders of fellow neighbors
with a love for the farm and knack
for turning rocky quadrants into lettuces
and leeks.

He has hunched deeply over this song,
head foggy with a wall of sadness.
Remembering the fleeting dusk,
her woolen cloak disappearing round
the corner, the note not yet
discovered, the silvering moon.

He knows the land
but not the woman. He knows
the skies and the vanishing tides,
the brief grace between storms,
familiar gait of his boy
as he ambles toward home.

The sun finds its place deep in the west,
an outdoor cathedral as light bursts
onto the wet stone of uneven village roads.
The radio changes to a dream,
a young girl starts to dance.


Because the distance from land-shore to island
is a finger snap in the constant of all time.

Because the tides bless fishermen and landlocked alike,
full creels the harvest here, no watery graves, no tears.

Because the store displays bait and boat, strong needles
for sewing the lace of fishing line, not delicate woman-lace.

Because the sun burns with savage brightness, much
as the evening stars will burn unwatched and unwished upon.

Because the ghosts of old souls and older relics own
the dark, with nary a mortal light upon any land, sea or shore.

Because here, no one interprets the thousand pinpricks
composing a symphony in the edgy blackness of night.

Because the fragrance of this summer conjures
memory after memory of all pasts and futures.

Because there is no caretaker, no guardian to aid thin fog
searching the inlet for crevice with which to gain purchase—

I wish to walk barefoot on old stone, become one
with the earth and sea, learn their secrets,

raise my arms to the stars.
Palm to palm, our hearts.


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