The British line during Fort la Presentation's annual Founders Day French and Indian War reenactment in Ogdensburg, N.Y.
In dappled light fallen
bright in a secluded glen,
a great castle-oak
rises in the four directions.
His face is fair,
tumbling leaves for his hair
and mossy beard; with boles
for eyes, he is the watcher.
Birds roost upon his brow,
nest through every long bough
that serpents over forest floor
and withered roots deep-sewn.
There is a hush here
louder than night-whisperers.
Gold for Eliza
She was thirteen. Thirteen, and they told him she was dying.
Stephan Thomas was not much older at seventeen but, even still, he thought it was sad. Sad like the calves that did not survive the first few days after birth, their little bodies shriveled and pale, bones jutting out in sharp, awkward points. When they told him that Eliza was dying, he sat quietly on the back step trying to remember all he knew about her.
For thirteen years, they had shared the same home. It was an old stone farm house. At one point in the last century or so, it had been divided in half so that two families could live there side-by-side. Stephan, his mother, and father lived in one side. Eliza Preckerd, her father, and three little sisters lived on the other.
She was tall and astute, with dark hair and brown eyes. Her dresses were all very prim, modest. The only bit of frippery he'd ever seen her indulge in was a blue ribbon for her hair. Unlike her three young sisters, Abby, Becca, and Julie, she was very q
Dashes and Their Usage in LitDashes and Their Usage in Literature
What is a dash? "A dash is a punctuation mark. It is longer than a hyphen and is used differently" (Wikipedia 2008). But that's only the short of it.
Many, many people--from well-established authors to enterprising new poets--confuse the various types of dashes and hyphens. I'm certainly not going to say I'm the most qualified person to elaborate on their differences, but I've been an editor at a publishing-house desk, have had to go through a 900-page manuscript and meticulously change over all the improperly used hyphens and dashes. This process can take from hours to days to complete! To save editors from this kind of hair-pulling experience, and to explain to writers why their editors are being so nit-picky, let's explore the dash types and their uses.
There are primarily two kinds of dashes used in literature of any kind, and that includes nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. These dashes are called the em-dash and the en-dash.
In the Snowdrifts
Edward leaned his body back, let himself slide down the embankment. He reached Sarilia as she lifted her head.
"You must cover yourself." He yelled over the wind. He reached for the thick cloth that had fallen away from her already reddening face, tucked it back around her.
"Edward!" It was the prince, calling down from above them.
"What is it?"
"The sky grows dark and thick with cloud. We are faltering. Should we not seek refuge for a little while?"
Edward lowered his head and saw that Sarilia stared at him. Droplets clung frozen to her eyelashes. Toil froze there, too.
"It is but a little farther!" He yelled to the both of them.
Alex waved his arm. "For us, it is nothing. For her, it is folly! Brother, if we must go, use the stone to protect her."
Sarilia struggled to her feet. "I'm all right. I don't want to linger here."
"Edward, please. For her sake."
He turned his back on her swiftly and hastened back up the snowbank. He caught Alex by the shoulder. "The stone's power is wh
She held her hair back with
a four o'clock ribbon, smiled
and I tried to forget
the winter stone in her breast.
And the coffee we shared was
both bitter and black, the hour
too late for good conversation.
We ended up singing
on our walk the way home,
called sweet salutations to
strange cats we met.
Moon eye slipped behind clouds
overhead, clung to our bodies
I was not cruel; did not speak
philosophy, and never once
did I reach for her hand.
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