Evening Chore.Evening Chore Shari Wagner DreamSeeker Books & Magazine c/o Cascadia Publishing House 126 Klingerman Road, Telford, PA 18969 1931038295 $12.95 www.CascadiaPublishingHouse.com Author Shari Wagner, whose poetry has been previously published in literary magazines such as Southern Poetry Review, Indiana Review The Indiana Review is a prominent literary magazine published at Indiana University. It has been published for the past 30 years. Dedicated to showcasing the talents of emerging and established writers, the Indiana Review , and black Warrior Black Warrior, river, United States Black Warrior, navigable river, 178 mi (286 km) long, rising in N central Ala. and flowing generally SW to the Tombigbee River. Review, presents her debut poetry collection Evening Chore. An anthology of original free-verse that reminsices upon aspects of pasture, borderland bor·der·land n. 1. a. Land located on or near a frontier. b. The fringe: a shadowy figure who lived on the borderland of the drug scene. 2. , hard work, and the wonder of nature's everlasting cycles, Evening Chore reads with the pulsing rhythm; some of the poems reflect upon Kenya's land and people. An evocative and soulful soul·ful adj. Full of or expressing deep feeling; profoundly emotional. soul  ful·ly adv. anthology that pays respect to the goodness of hard and honest toil. "Evening Chore": My grandfather has climbed into his truck, / a rusty blue ford with a few stray / bales of hay bouncing like children / in the back. He's riding out to the far / pasture where cows have been grazing / twenty-five years in the shade of some elms. / The dog that disappeared in a thunderstorm thunderstorm, violent, local atmospheric disturbance accompanied by lightning, thunder, and heavy rain, often by strong gusts of wind, and sometimes by hail. / and never came back is on the seat / beside him. He's making whiny noises / and thumping his tail like an amplified / heartbeat. Before the door falls shut / behind them, the old man is cupping his hands / to call the cows away from the shadows / and into the field where the last light is / already sinking.
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