Tag Archives: Fain Rutherford

Press Send

For you, with me at least, it’s al- ways O K to go a- head and press send. No need to en- gage the pale ho- muncu- lar ed- itor, who squints careful over cut, paste save and delete, Your … Continue reading

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Apostasy in the Old Dominion

I The redbrick colonial suffered serial expansions so ambitious, it now appears plagued by tumors. Sturdy and substantial, but unwell. As if Washington, in that unfinished portrait by Stuart, had grown enormous goiters. II Inside, downstairs, overstuffed ball-and-claw love seats … Continue reading

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Matryoshka

There you were. A fist-sized, smiling blonde, blue-scarved and blue-eyed, with lots of nested potential. Sturdy. Hard to knock down. But there was that long-legged one with the improbable chest. And that other one, soft as a pillow. An orphan … Continue reading

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Turtle

When I was five, my father gave it away. He said I looked like a turtle. I thought he just meant posture, head sticking out forward from rounded shoulders, or maybe I just wasn’t quick, or couldn’t get a hold … Continue reading

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Two Spruce

Two twisted spruce stand stubborn on the high bluff’s edge, their entangled roots like talons gripping the exhausted rock. It’s a cliff the wind’s rubbed raw, blowing from the north hard and steady since before the glaciers left. Greenery more … Continue reading

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Toy Boats

The sisters built toy boats last summer. Each with an eight inch flat- bottomed pine hull, square block wheelhouse, dowel mizzen, main and jib boom, package string rigging and paper sails. All fall the fleet sat dry-docked inside on the … Continue reading

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