Poetry Selection – D. Nurkse, Air WellThe faces in the lit windows
Fiction Selection – Ron Carlson, from The Bermuda TrapezoidEverybody take a deep breath. That's what my father always said when there was big news, good or bad. Take a deep breath and see where you are. So do it, because I've got news. I acquired this news first hand and there is not even the tiniest question in my mind as to its validity. One night last week between the hours of 2300 and 2310 my sloop, The Chelsea, went down from under me on solo fifty-five miles due east of Key West. The weather was fair, the seas were calm. Visibility was unlimited. I went down half a mile beyond the boundary of an area known as the Bermuda Triangle, an area notorious for mysterious ship disappearances. I am an expert sailor, and I have never believed in the Bermuda Triangle. And now, after losing my beautiful sloop, The Chelsea, I still do not believe in it. I was standing on the bow in the starlight when The Chelsea went out from under me like a trap door and I now know that it isn't a triangle at all. It's the Bermuda Trapezoid. Let me explain. |


