B.R. Black

Swamp Stories

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  • Stars Like Ice
    Pale blue, like chimes in the winter, that’s all I remember about her eyes.
  • Marsha is not my name…
    This is my marsh; a salt marsh near the wide water that reaches to the ocean.
  • Nox Wonder
    Everything smelled like popcorn.
  • The Navy Man
    Stevie Bishop, on the last day of his short life, squatted in the middle of the Woolworth parking lot and stared at the fish.
  • Flies
    Without the buzzing, all I hear is oblivion.
  • Dark & Stormy
    Bob Jensen pulls into the Airport Motel parking lot and curses his luck
  • motHer
    Calling it “mother” is a bit…
  • The Fall
    The strike was clean and smooth, but only later was she grateful.
  • quiet
    You ever in a place where it’s so quiet you hear something you ought not to.

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