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Tickets to Heaven-Fiction by Paul Heatley
Free-Flash Fiction by Andrew J. Hogan
I Hate Dave Matthews-Flash Fiction by Carolyn Smuts
The Journey-Flash Fiction by Oliver Lodge
Running-Poem by Meg Baird
in your shoes-Poem by J. J. Campbell
At Midnight-Poem by Sergio Ortiz
Roadkill-Poem by Rachel Doherty
Skinny Dendrix-Poem by Joe Balaz
poet-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Shy Dryad-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
Someone Else's Cat-Poem by John Doyle
Sundays-Poem by John Doyle
Farewell, Bibi-Poem by David Spicer
Rolling Down the Highway...-Poem by David Spicer
No One Ever Asked Winslow This-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
The Adirondack Guide-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
Why Back to Gloucester, Boys?-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

WHY BACK TO GLOUCESTER, BOYS?

(Based on Winslow Homer’s painting Breezing Up.)

by Gregory E. Lucas

 

Why back to Gloucester, boys? The breeze kicks up.

This is an afternoon that mustn’t end.

We lean. Our sail puffs full as we gain more speed

and the splash across the port’s side freshens up 

our catch—a dozen bass flapping in our hull.

This is an afternoon that mustn’t end.

Never mind those dense gray clouds. The rest are fair

against soft blue, disproving threats of storms.

The sunlight brightens, warms your shoulders,

deepens the mast’s and tackle’s shadows, spreads

a trail of pretty glitter on our wake.

It’s breezing up boys, breezing up some more.

Relax but grip the starboard gunwale tight.

This is an afternoon that mustn’t end.

Gloucester can wait awhile for you and me.

It’s breezing up, breezing up yet more,

And a day like this might never come again.

 

 

 

 

Gregory Lucas writes poetry and fiction. His fiction has appeared in previous issues of Yellow Mama, Pif, Blueline, The Horror Zine, Dark Dossier, The New Press, and other magazines. His poems have been in The Lyric, Scarlet Leaf, Blueline, Literary Juice, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, and other magazines.

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