CREEK ROAD GANG
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Contents:
November 2010
Thoughts
from the Editor
~ Kate Lydon
Stories
Shag the Wonder Dog
~ Kristin Flick Strid
The Old Lady Who Walks
~ Jo Christian Babich
Is Food Spiritual?
~ Molly Porth
The Perfect Gift for Papa
~ Kate Lydon
Every year when I was a kid, my mother would shop desperately for a birthday gift for her father. “He wants a shirt,” she’d say, her brow furrowed with worry. “It has to have two pockets. Last year I bought him a shirt with only one breast pocket, and he said he couldn’t wear it. He needs two pockets.” She’d scour the department stores and, most especially, the very expensive men’s clothing stores, in her search for the perfect shirt for Papa. Finally, she would find an unreasonably priced shirt with reasonable fabric, perhaps a subtle print, and sporting two breast pockets. Success!
Or so it seemed, until Papa received the gift.
Poetry
Katie Rose Convery: 2 Poems
Zen Remedy
Marie up a Tree
Richard Moyer: 3 Poems
AUNT ALICIA
THE DOLLAR
THE SNAKE
Joe Quinton: 4 Poems
November
all who wander are not lost
REMEMBRANCE
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Janice Ewing: A Poem
Pumpkins
~ Kate Lydon
Stories
Shag the Wonder Dog
~ Kristin Flick Strid
He was an expert
at finding a spot near our feet whenever he could; especially when I was
cooking dinner. Shag fit right into our hectic life of carpools and kids. He
road shotgun with me in our big red Suburban when I picked up the kids from
school or went to hockey and lacrosse games. Everyone knew Shag.
The Old Lady Who Walks
~ Jo Christian Babich
We kids used to
wave to her when she walked down the sidewalk in her sensible shoes, her
stockings with seams up the back, and her mid-calf-length dress with
the Peter Pan collar.
We wondered where she lived.
We wondered where she lived.
Is Food Spiritual?
~ Molly Porth
An ingredient,
smell, or particular taste has the power to transport me back in time
and space. The nibble of a boiled artichoke leaf dipped in lemon and
oil sends me back to my days as a college exchange student in downtown
Santiago, Chile, as I enjoy the first course of a lavish lunch with La
Nana and Loreto, home from work for a midday meal. The smell of milk
and cereal has the ability to place me in the drafty brown kitchen
overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in Fountainstown, Ireland, where I lived
with my family for five months when I was in Kindergarten.
The Perfect Gift for Papa
~ Kate Lydon
Every year when I was a kid, my mother would shop desperately for a birthday gift for her father. “He wants a shirt,” she’d say, her brow furrowed with worry. “It has to have two pockets. Last year I bought him a shirt with only one breast pocket, and he said he couldn’t wear it. He needs two pockets.” She’d scour the department stores and, most especially, the very expensive men’s clothing stores, in her search for the perfect shirt for Papa. Finally, she would find an unreasonably priced shirt with reasonable fabric, perhaps a subtle print, and sporting two breast pockets. Success!
Or so it seemed, until Papa received the gift.
Poetry
Katie Rose Convery: 2 Poems
Zen Remedy
Marie up a Tree
Richard Moyer: 3 Poems
AUNT ALICIA
THE DOLLAR
THE SNAKE
Joe Quinton: 4 Poems
November
all who wander are not lost
REMEMBRANCE
untitle
Janice Ewing: A Poem
Pumpkins
