We were surrounded by white caps, traveling on a long stretch of lake between two dense shorelines of pines, in the Canadian wilderness. Branches overhung the shallows. There was nowhere to stop. It was every canoe for itself. In seconds, a strong wind rushed our canoes as if a giant fan had switched on. Was … Continue reading The Boulder, 1981
Author: amykierce
Stampede
The ghost never made an appearance, but she did make her feelings known. Read Amy Kierce's Circa 77.
Double-Header
I stood at the end of the dock, holding my string. My father bent down next to me, tying a lump of chicken we didn’t eat onto the end. “What do I do?” I asked. He pointed to the ocean below us. “Let it down gently,” he said. I peered over the dock into the … Continue reading Double-Header
The Hill
We lived near the bottom of a long hill, a hill that kept going forever. From the top of the hill came stories, evasions, mysteries that were never solved. I would sometimes look up the hill and wonder. Our own house was embedded into the hill. We sledded down our side yard in winter, mowed … Continue reading The Hill
Second Snow
"Great Aunt Mary," asked my sister. "Can I cut your hair?"
"Sure, honey," she said. "Go get the scissors."
Circa 77 