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FEBRUARY & MARCH ISSUE IS LIVE!

4/1/2021

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​Hello, Dear Readers and Authors,

The February and March issue of Scarlet Leaf Review is live. 
I know you have been waiting a bit longer than usual. However, I have tried my best. 
The issue is filled up with thrilling and captivating stories and poems. You won't be bored. That I can promise you. 
Don't forget: if you hover with your mouse over February & March, you will see the drop-down menu with poems, short stories, and non-fiction. 
To find an author, look for their name under the categories. It is on the right side of the page. 
We thank all the authors who published with us and thank them for their patience. 
Dear readers, we do hope that you will enjoy this issue. I know I did. 

Kind regards, 
Roxana Nastase
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JANUARY ISSUE 2021 IS LIVE!

2/9/2021

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​Hello, Dear Readers and Authors,

I would have liked to have this issue out at the end of January 2021. Unfortunately, I caught a bad flu, and all my hopes crashed in ashes. 
Anyway, at least, the review is live on February 9th, as promised (although half an hour later than it should have been). 
I will leave you to it. 
Don't forget: if you hover with your mouse over January, you will see the drop-down menu with poems, short stories, and non-fiction. 
To find an author, look for their name under the categories. It is on the right side of the page. 
We thank all the authors who published with us. 
We thank all of you for your patience. 
We hope you will enjoy this issue. I know I did. 

Kind regards, 
Roxana Nastase
Editor in Chief
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ANNOUNCEMENT JANUARY ISSUE

1/30/2021

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Dear Readers and Authors, 

As noted in the submission guidelines, the January issue will appear before February 9th. 

I wanted to have it published by the beginning of the month. However, I got a very virulent flu, and I can't do the job as fast as I wanted. 



Thank you,
Roxana Nastase
Editor in Chief
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FOR SCARLET LEAF REVIEW!  IN MEMORIAM MIHAI EMINESCU

1/15/2021

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Dear Readers and Authors,

I am happy to announce that our magazine is five years old today! 
I published the first issue of the magazine on January 15, 2016. I knew I was in for the long run. Still, I didn't think about where the magazine would be in five years. 
Well, it is still here and growing stronger.  
I have had the chance to read many talented authors, and I am grateful to all of them. Without you, this magazine would have amounted to nothing. 
You deserve all the accolades and praises. You created a literary universe that wouldn't have been possible without you. 
Thank you from all my heart!
January 15 is the birthdate of the most famous Romanian poet, Mihai Eminescu, and that is why I chose this date for the launch of this magazine. 
Mihai Eminescu, considered by most a true genius, moved hearts and made minds think. Numerous people learned Romanian only to be able to read his poems in his native language. His presence enriched the world literary universe. 
He might not have lived long, but his poems will live forever. 
I invite you to read one of his poems. 

If you want to know more about Mihai Eminescu, also check Wikipedia: 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihai_Eminescu#Poetry​


I invite you to read more poems in English translation on this site: https://www.gabrielditu.com/eminescu/contents.asp for more of Mihai Eminescu's poems. 

​I will paste one of his poems here, repeating that the poem is a quote from the site mentioned above:  

     

A DACIAN'S PRAYER

When death did not exist, nor yet eternity,
Before the seed of life had first set living free,
When yesterday was nothing, and time had not begun,
And one included all things, and all was less than one,
When sun and moon and sky, the stars, the spinning earth
Were still part of the things that had not come to birth
And You quite lonely stood... I ask myself with awe,
Who is this mighty God we bow ourselves before.

Ere yet the Gods existed already He was God
And out of endless water with fire the lightning shed;
He gave the Gods their reason, and joy to earth did bring,
He brought to man forgiveness, and set salvation's spring.
Lift up your hearts in worship, a song of praise en freeing,
He is the death of dying, the primal birth of being.

To him I owe my eyes that I can see the dawn,
To him I owe my heart wherein is pity born;
When ever I hear the tempest, I hear him pass along
Midst multitude of voices raised in a holy song,
And yet of his great mercy I beg still one behest:
That I at last be taken to his eternal rest.

Be curses on the fellow who would my praise acclaim.
But blessings upon him who does my soul defame;
Believe no matter whom who slanders my renown,
Give power to the arm that lifts to strike me down
Let him upon the earth above all others loom
Who steals away the stone that lies upon my tomb.

Hunted by humanity, let me my whole life fly
Until I feel from weeping my very eyes are dry;
Let everyone detest me no matter where I go,
Until from persecution myself I do not know;
Let misery and horror my heart transform to stone,
That I may hate my mother, in whose love I have grown;
Till hating and deceiving for me with love will vie,
And I forget my suffering, and learn at last to die.

Dishonoured let me perish, an outcast among men;
My body less than worthy to block the gutter then,
And may, o God of mercy, a crown of diamonds wear
The one who gives my heart the hungry dogs to tear,
While for the one who in my face does callous fling a cloud
In your eternal kingdom reserve a place, o God.

Thus only, gracious Father, can I requitance give
That you from your great bounty vouched me the joy to live
To gain eternal blessings my head I do not bow,
But rather ask that you in hating compassion show.
Till comes at last the evening, your breath will mine efface,
And into endless nothing I go, and leave no trace.

Translated by
Corneliu M. Popescu


I will also attach one of his photo (always from Wikipedia):
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December 2020 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review is live!

12/29/2020

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​Dear Readers and Writers, 

Here is the December issue of Scarlet Leaf Review. It should have appeared in January, but I wanted to surprise you this year and give you a chance to read between the years. 
It is not a big issue as the previous one. However, it is just as captivating as that one.
I will leave you to it and wish you a Happy New Year! May 2021 erase the gloom of 2020. 


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​Stay safe, stay happy, may your wishes come true. 

Roxana Nastase,
Editor in Chief
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AUGUST-SEPTEMBER-OCTOBER-NOVEMBER ISSUE IS LIVE

11/27/2020

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Dear Readers and Writers, 


Well, a new issue of Scarlet Leaf Review is live. It took some time, but it came through in the end. 
You will see that it includes well over 230 authors, and most of them have more than one work published. 
It has been a real struggle to put this issue together, and I have decided to change the submission guidelines for streamlining the process in the future. The new submission guidelines will be on the site next week. I am too tired right now, as you can imagine. 
Scarlet Leaf Review has already sent the nominations for the Pushcart Prize 2020:
Ahmad Alkhatat - https://www.scarletleafreview.com/annivers…/…/ahmad-alkhatat
B. Craig Grafton - https://www.scarletleafreview.com/…/category/b-craig-grafton
Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss - https://www.scarletleafreview.com/…/emmanuel-joseph-olumaki…
Steve and John Mara - https://www.scarletleafreview.com/…/steve-john-mara-the-gol…
Karen Walker - https://www.scarletleafreview.com/short-stor…/…/karen-walker
Nicole - https://www.scarletleafreview.com/short-sto…/category/nicole





I would also like to make a brief presentation about how you can find an author. I have noticed that the process seems to be a bit challenging for many people. 
The example is for July 2020 because the new issue wasn't published when I created the visual example. Please, just extrapolate everything for the new issue.
Please, hover with the mouse over 2000 and a drop-down menu will appear showing AUG-SEP-OCT-NOV (as you can see in my example with the July issue):


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When you move the mouse over the month (in our case AUG-SEP-OCT-NOV, but JULY in the example), a new drop-down menu appears on the right with poems, short-stories and non-fiction
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Click for instance on short-stories (of course, you can choose whatever you want), and when the page opens, look at categories on the right hand:
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Under categories, you find the names of the authors. Choose the one you want to read and click on it. 
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Once you clicked on it, you will be directed to the respective post, as below:
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I hope this helps. 

​I also hope you will find this issue of the magazine as captivating and challenging as I did. Put some time aside and read all the poems and stories. They are really awesome. Don't take my word for it. Read them for yourself. 


Editor In Chief, 
Roxana Nastase   
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NEW ANNOUNCEMENT

11/9/2020

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Dear Readers and Authors, 

Before the end of October, I announced that the online issue of the review - August, September, and October, would be live on November 9, at 4:30 pm eastern time. I explained at that time that I was moving out and changing jobs. 
I am sorry to say that I finished moving everything into the new house only last night. Of course, I have still got lots of boxes to unpack, but that might take a while and will not interfere with working on the review too much. 
However, I can't keep my promise. I have started working, but I can't put more than two or three hours a day. A regular issue (one month only) takes about 16 - 20 hours. A triple one might take about 50 - 60 hours. I will work steadily during all my spare time to finish it before the weekend is over (but I do not promise anything anymore - I like to keep my word, and I have already made a promise I couldn't fulfill). 
I repeat - I know you have to wait a bit, but you won't regret it. It will be a fantastic issue.   
I would also ask you again not to submit any new works before January 15. The inbox is full, and it takes time to read everything. 
Thank you so much for your understanding. 


Editor in Chief, 
Roxana Nastase
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AUGUST & SEPTEMBER ISSUES - IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

10/25/2020

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Dear Readers and Authors, 

I have noticed lots of questions about the August and September issue, but up to now, I haven't had the time to reply. 
I know you must be eager to see them live, and I do understand it. 
Changing jobs, moving house, and a bit of lingering after a bout of flu in winter made it a bit impossible to do it. 
However, I decided to have one big issue for August, September, and October. It will be live on November 9, at 4:30 pm eastern time. I know you have to wait a bit, but you won't regret it. It will be a fantastic issue. You'll have reading material for quite a while.  
I would also ask you not to submit any new works before January 15. The inbox is full, and it isn't easy to go through all the submissions already there. 
Thank you so much for your understanding. 


Editor in Chief, 
Roxana Nastase
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JULY 2020 ISSUE IS ONLINE

9/13/2020

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​Dear Readers and Authors, 

The July issue has finally seen the light. Even I didn't believe that it would do it one day. 

At the beginning of August, my electrical panel went up in flames - literally, and it took a while until I found someone to come and do the work. As I work from home due to Covid19, that meant that I missed workdays, and I had to make up for that time. 

It was not easy, and I couldn't find the energy to do anything else after working about 12 or 13 hours per day and getting on the housework afterward. 

I took five vacation days in the end -  I was too tired to think straight, and I was sure I would format the magazine then. 

Huh! I didn't do anything else but reading and sleeping. Not the greatest of holidays, but at least I charged my batteries. 

I know it hasn't been pleasant waiting for the July and August issue (thank God, the latter is only three days late!!!, and it will appear by the end of this week if nothing else happens. One can never know. I went out for an hour today - to do some grocery shopping, and when I came back, I found my dog limping. Hopefully, he only twisted his leg).  

Still, thank you so much for your patience. Should I mention that it is worth it?
You will have lots of captivating stories and poems to read. 

If you see anything wrong (as usual, Weebly will play a game or two with me), please, let me know at once. I will start on the August issue tomorrow evening, so I still have time to solve any problems. 

As I didn't have too much time on my hands to do the work, I respected the authors' format. Sorry if you thought it would look different. 

​A huge thank you to all the authors who have decided to publish with us. Thank you also to the readers that keep coming back and enjoying our magazine. 

Editor in Chief, 
Roxana Nastase 
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BEST OF THE NET NOMINEES

7/25/2020

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POEMS
 
Stefan Markovski - August 2019 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems32/category/stefan-markovski
 
K SHESHU BABU – December 2019 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems19/category/k-sheshu-babu
 
Ndaba Sibanda – January 2020 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems6/category/ndaba-sibanda
 
Renee Drummond-Brown – January 2020 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems6/category/renee-drummondbrown
 
Robin Wyatt Dunn - April 2020 Issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems40/robin-wyatt-dunn-the-way-the-silence-covers-the-light
 
REHANUL HOQUE – June 2020 Issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems17/category/rehanul-hoque
 
 

SHORT-STORIES
 
John Mara – January 2020 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/anniversary/john-mara-maternal-justice
 
Lisa Foley – October 2019 Issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/short-stories18/category/lisa-foley
 
  
NONFICTION

 
Christopher Thornton – July 2019 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/non-fiction5/christopher-thornton-when-death-comes-from-the-skies

Charles Hayes – August 2019 issue of Scarlet Leaf Review
https://www.scarletleafreview.com/nonfiction2/category/charles-hayes
 

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THE JUNE ISSUE OF SCARLET LEAF REVIEW IS LIVE

7/20/2020

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Dear Readers and Authors, 


Another issue has finally seen the light (metaphorically speaking, of course), and this time, the blame doesn't lie on my shoulders. I have been waiting for some bios to come along, and I have just received them. 
Still, thank you so much for your patience. Should I mention that it is worth it?
You will have lots of captivating stories and poems to read. 
If you see anything wrong (as usual, Weebly will play a game or two with me), please, let me know at once.
Another important thing: I will make changes to the submission guidelines within two days. Please, read them. 
Also, by the end of the week, I will publish the list with The Best of The Net Nominations.
Meanwhile, enjoy the present issue. 
A huge thank you to all the authors who have decided to publish with us. Thank you also to the readers that keep coming back and enjoying our magazine. ​
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MAY ISSUE IS LIVE

6/26/2020

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​Dear Readers and Authors, 

Thank you so much for your unnerving patience. As always, you have been waiting for this issue for a long time. 

That's something that I seem to be in short supply: time.  

I can only say that I have had a bat-mad period, which seems to be the normal thing for me lately. 

However, here it is. The May issue is online right now. 

If you see any anomalies (I always count on Weebly to have something going wrong), please, let me know at once.

I will start formatting the June issue tomorrow because, on Monday, my workload will triple. So, please, send any emails with errors by tomorrow at noon. Otherwise, I will be able to make changes only on Sunday evening.

Meanwhile, enjoy the present issue and keep safe. 

A huge thank you to all the authors who have decided to publish with us. I would also like to thank the readers that keep coming back and enjoying our magazine. 
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APRIL ISSUE IS FINALLY LIVE

5/25/2020

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Dear Readers and Authors, 

Thank you so much for your bottomless patience. I know you have been waiting for this issue too long already. 
I can only say it has been a crazy period, and I got lost in so many things that I haven't had time for a lot of things. Working a full-time job for nine hours a day (yes, I know, one hour is lunch, but still, there are nine hours a day), having housework, my little dog (who has been sick lately), and my writing at the same time, I can't find time to breathe at least. 
However, I did it. The April issue is online right now. 
If you see any anomalies (you know, they happen - Weebly loves to keep me guessing about what might go wrong), please, let me know at once.
You will have a huge surprise: there are very few poems in this issue. Only the poets featured here replied with their acceptance, so it is the first time you will see only a few pieces. I looked for the acceptance emails everywhere. I spent more time looking for them than I spent on formatting the review (although, this might be a slight exaggeration).   
I know I have promised you to put online the May issue today. Well, for the first time since the birth of this online magazine, it seems that I prepared the acceptance emails, but I sent only a few, maybe five. The others ARE ALL IN DRAFT FORMAT. I wonder where my mind was? Anyway, it is too late to wonder. 
So, tonight, I have to send the emails and hope for a fast return. As soon as I have the acceptance emails back, I will format the review. I hope to have everything within the week. 
Meanwhile, enjoy the present issue and keep safe. 
A huge thank you to all the authors who have decided to publish with us. 

Editor in Chief, 
​Roxana Nastase

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ANNOUNCEMENT

5/18/2020

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Dear Readers and Authors, 

I know you have been waiting for a while to see the new April issue of Scarlet Leaf Review.
Well, due to some unforeseen matters, which I will not develop here, the issue is not ready, and I apologize. 
However, by the beginning of next week, you will have both April and May issues online, and I hope that will somehow help. 
I am sorry for your disappointment, especially during this period, but it was impossible to do the work. 
Please, be just a little more patient. I am pretty sure it will be worth it. 

Have a good week and take care! 

Editor in Chief, 
Roxana Nastase

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MISSING CATEGORIES

4/13/2020

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Hello Dear Authors,

If you notice that your poems or stories are missing, please, just contact me. 

It seems that some names were not registered under Categories. I have already found four missing categories. 

Thank you for letting me know. 

Kind regards, 
Roxana
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MARCH 2020 ISSUE IS LIVE!

4/12/2020

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Dear Readers and Writers, 

The official March issue of 2020 has just come out. With delay but.... I suppose you're already used to that. Something seems to happen all the time. 

Let me repeat once more that you might see only your name and bio, but not the story, for instance. Sometimes Weebly doesn't show some of the text. You  only need to let me know so that I could republish the post. Nevertheless, if you decide to withdraw your piece because of that, which happened in the past, no hard feelings.

As always, we haven't received publication permission from the author, so we couldn't publish them because of the law.

Anyway, dear readers, I invite you to read these awesome pieces, written by some very gifted authors. 

With lockdown in force almost everywhere in the world, reading these awesome poems and stories might help you forget about what is going on around. 

Have fun!

Don't forget that you can click on the name of an author under categories to read a specific piece. 

Enjoy!

Roxana Nastase
Editor In Chief
  

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FEBRUARY 2020 ISSUE IS LIVE!

3/12/2020

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Dear Readers and Writers, 

The official February issue of 2020 has just come out, and short-stories are the leading feature with 37 authors.

The review features only 11 non-fiction stories and 20 poets. 

Although shorter than the January issue, it took longer to format, as some pieces required a lot of work, even over an hour. 

Let me repeat once more that you might see only your name and bio, but not the story, for instance. Sometimes Weebly doesn't show some of the text, and you  need to let me know so that I could republish the post. Nevertheless, if you decide to withdraw your piece, no hard feelings.

As always, there have been pieces for which I didn't receive an acceptance e-mail. We cannot publish them. It is the law!

Anyway, dear readers, I invite you to read these awesome pieces, written by some very gifted authors. 

Have fun!

Don't forget that you can click on the name of an author under categories to read a specific piece. 

Enjoy!

Roxana Nastase
Editor In Chief
  
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JANUARY 2020 ISSUE IS LIVE

2/13/2020

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Dear Readers and Writers, 

The official January issue of 2020 has just come out, and it is immense. It features 43 posts of poetry, 63 posts of short stories, and 16 posts of non-fiction. That is why I needed longer than usual to format it. 

If you see only your name and bio, but you don't see your story, for instance, please, don't get angry, and don't panic. Sometimes Weebly doesn't show some of the text, and you only need to let me know. I will have to republish the post, and everything will be in order. Of course, if you decide to withdraw your piece, as it happened in the past, I understand. 

Some authors sent a PDF. They might see that their post doesn't look the way they wanted. Please, remember the guidelines. You need to send a word doc or to paste the text in the body of the email. 

I had to re-write several pieces, and I might not have noticed some things. I even worked for an hour for some posts, which means a lot, considering how many posts there were. 

However, I am sure that this issue will be a great read, and I invite you to read everything. You won't be sorry. 

Don't forget to look under categories for the author's name and click on it. 
You will get to their post and then enjoy it. 
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You can find the articles under page 2020, January, and the scroll-down menu shows poems, short stories, and nonfiction. 

Editor in Chief, 
Roxana Nastase
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IMPORTANT INFO

1/21/2020

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1. The review will continue - even though it is not easy to keep up with everything, I have got really attached to it. 

2. Right now, the ANNIVERSARY issue is live. Last years, we published one issue on January 16, and then, one piece every day. Now, I will publish a few pieces a day, although there might be days when nothing is published. I am sorry, but sometimes, I don't really have the time to publish anything. 

3. I apologize for replying with delay to emails, but there are so many that I can't keep up. However, be assured, everyone will have a reply. 

4. I have lots of request for reviews for books. From now on, because I can't read so many books (you know, full time job, family, my own writing, magazine, my own reading etc), I will review only certain books, after checking them on Amazon (or wherever the book is published). I will let you know if I want to do it. The reviews will be $ 25 (the price doesn't guarantee a favorable review, of course; however, I can guarantee that the review will be placed on Amazon (or the respective online shop), on Scarlet Leaf Review (I will create a special page for reviews) and on my blog, if you WANT IT. I will send you the review beforehand so that you could decide if you want it published.  Of course, you would pay only if I accept to review the book. 

5. Bad news - Treasure Chest turned out being a flop. Not even one person was interested in acquiring a copy. I feel bad for the authors who hoped more from it. 
Therefore, it will be discontinued. 

6. Next print issue will appear at the end of January, beginning of February. 
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A NEW ISSUE, A HAPPY NEW YEAR, AND HOPES

1/17/2020

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​Dear Readers and Writers, 

The last issue of 2019 has just come out. It has been different than before, I know. Weebly has decided to post every single post, although the review wasn't ready yet. 
Eh, it happens. It might have raised a few brows, but what is important it's that the review is live. 
It's been a very long December and beginning of January for me - a lot of overtime and only a couple of days off. I couldn't have posted it sooner. 
I know that you have a lot of excellent articles to read, and I invite you to do so. 
Don't forget to look under categories for the name of an author and click on it. You will get to their post and enjoy it. All articles are under December, and the scroll-down menu shows poems, short stories, and nonfiction. 
However, before doing that, enjoy one of our poet's greeting for the just-passed holiday and the New Year that has just begun. 

​SPECIAL TIME OF YEAR

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It’s that special time of year
To return home and be very near
To make amends and make all regrets disappear
Waiting for loved ones to finally appear
To be with those that are so dear
So raise your glasses and let out a cheer
Signing Christmas Carols for all to hear
Waiting for the ball to drop and a New Year to Premiere
To be with those you love and shed a tear
To forgive and forget and let gladness reappear
To resolve the past and start a new year
TO ONE AND ALL MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
BobbyZ aka The JYD

​HAPPY NEW YEAR
  RESTORE THE FAITH

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                                          ETERNAL GARDENS.  WITH MAGNIFICENT WATERFALLS.
                                                     HIDDEN AWAY IN TIME.  AWAITING YOUR CALL.
                                                  
                                                SPARKLING WATER.  GARDENS WITH COLORS ABLAZE.
                                                LEAVE YOU WONDERING.  IS IT REAL OR JUST A HAZE.
 
                                               CONSTANT SUNSHINE.  WITH A HEAVY MORNING DEW.
                                                            NOT EASY TO FIND.  AVAILABLE TO FEW.
 
                                                      POOLS OF WATER.  REFLECTING FROM THE SUN.
                                                        SEEN BY FEW.  YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE.
 
                                                      SEARCHING AND SEARCHING.  DIFFICULT TO FIND.
                                                          MAY BE LOCKED AWAY.  DEEP iN YOUR MIND.
 
                                                        RESTORE YOUR FAITH.  PROCLAIM THAT YOU CAN.
                                       RELEASE YOUR MENTAL BURDEN.  PROCEED TO THAT                                                         EXCHANTING LAND.
 
                                                   A VERY SELECT FEW.  WHO HAVE RESTORED THEIR                                                           FAITH.
                                                   ONCE WITHIN IT’S REACH.  CAN NOW UNLOCK THE                                                               GATE.
BOBBY Z THE JYD
 
 

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Also, don't forget that the Anniversary issue will soon be live as well. 
We started on January 15, 2016. It's been a while. Let's make it for another while. 
Happy New Year, dear readers and authors, and may all your most cherished wishes come true. 

Editor in Chief 
​Roxana Nastase
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December 12th, 2019

12/12/2019

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Hello, Dear Readers and Authors, 

It's been a while, I know. You've been waiting for this issue for some time. However, no one can control time or what we can do in a specific period. 

Unfortunately, due to a couple of files in PDF, it took longer than expected. To extract text and put it back together from such a file is time-consuming. It is not pleasant to work on a piece for over an hour, and then Weebly decides to smirk at you. You have to start all over again. Believe me.

Anyway, here is the November issue. Great and captivating pieces all over the board. Don't miss any of them. 

I should let you know that in a couple of days, I will post a few announcements on the home page. You shouldn't miss those, either. 

But for now, read and enjoy it. You won't regret it. 

Don't forget, hover with the mouse over 2019 and find November. There, you will find a drop-down menu, and you can choose Poems, Short-Stories or Non-fiction. On the right side of the page, under categories, you will find the names of the authors. If you click on them, you will get to the piece you would like to read. 

Enjoy!

Roxana Nastase
Editor in Chief
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OCTOBER ISSUE OF SCARLET LEAF REVIEW IS LIVE

11/13/2019

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Hello again, dear readers and authors,
 
A new issue of the magazine is live, and I know you have been waiting for it for a few days already. However, life interferes, and one can’t always do what they want.
 
 
I won’t bother too much. I only invite you to read the poems and stories in this issue. They are worth your time.
 
I also want to say a warm thank you to all the contributors of the magazine.
 
And big surprise:

 
Pushcart Prize Nominations
 
Ndaba Sibanda - His Menu Was A Life Of Fun - published in Jan 2019 on the Home Page of the review
 
Charles Hayes -  My Answer To An Old White Well-Off Redneck Voter  - September 2019
 
Sophie McMillan – Jawline – October 2019
 
Stefan Markovski - A short history of а fireproof purity ​  - August 2019
 
Lois Greene Stone – Birthday date – October 2019
 
Ave Ventresca -  PORTRAIT IN BLACK & WHITE/ destination of the woman on a train /1942 April   - October 2019
 
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SEPTEMBER ISSUE IS LIVE - WHO WOULD HAVE BELIEVED IT?

10/9/2019

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Hello there!

The new issue of the magazine is live. Better later than never, I suppose. 

However, this issue features about 96 authors, and some of them with more than one piece. So, you have a lot to read. 

I will keep it brief, as it is past one o'clock a.m. here. I will invite you to enjoy and comment, if you feel like it. 

I want to thank everyone who contributed to this issue. 

Great issue, even if I say so. 

Don't forget, hover with the mouse over 2019 and find September. There, you will find a drop-down menu, and you can choose Poems, Short-Stories or Non-fiction. On the right side of the page, under categories, you will find the names of the authors. If you click on them, you will get to the piece you would like to read. 

However, it is worth the effort of reading them all. 

Editor in Chief, 

Roxana Nastase
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ANN CHRISTINE TABAKA'S WORDS SPILL OUT

9/12/2019

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Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books.  Christine lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Burningword Literary Journal; The Write Connection; Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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In this, her eighth book, “Words Spill Out,” Ann Christine Tabaka has created a montage with her poetic works; expansive in its varied, yet beautiful content. The poet takes us on her journey of captured memories, experiences, and emotions. She creates captivating imagery with her words. She has also included lovely photographic imagery; a beautiful addition to her words.Ms. Tabaka is a skilled writer, traditional in style, utilizing her beautiful flow of words and cadence. A treasure, this book will be picked up time and again by the reader. The subject matter encompasses so many subjects, painting her own pictures in poetry and prose. A perfect collection for all poetry lovers! Brenda-Lee Ranta, author of Heart Sounds
FIND IT HERE:
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GONE ALASKA: A NOVEL BY DAVE BARRETT

9/12/2019

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​Dave Barrett lives in Missoula Montana, where he teaches writing at the University of Montana.  His fiction has appeared most recently in Midwestern Gothic, Potomac Review, Gravel and The MacGuffin.  His vignette--BEN AILING--can be heard in Episode 52 of the No Extra Words podcast.

GONE ALASKA: A NOVEL BY DAVE BARRETT

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GONE ALASKA is a coming of age novel about a young man named Adam Porter who leaves his North Idaho home for adventure on a fishing boat called the Western World that trolls the waters of Southeast Alaska. Philip Swanson, the skipper of the Western World, is one of the novel's antagonist. Adam is thrown into a world that is completely foreign to him. His coming of age is not only his understanding of the world of men and women, but of his place in the natural world as well, and the damage humankind is doing to the natural environment they work in.
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EXCERPT PUBLISHED IN SCARLET LEAF REVIEW IN 2016

​Chapter Eleven of “Gone Alaska”

​Exchange at Sea

​    When I opened my eyes that morning. . .it wasn’t to the image of Miss Sue Ann Bonnet spooning chicken broth into my mouth and replacing cold compresses from my forehead. . .as I’d been dreaming. . .rather. . .to Philip Swanson’s upside-down face beaming down at me like Satan himself. . .kicking madly on the head-piece of my bed board inches from my left ear. . .yelling:
     “Out of that bunk and up on deck!  That’s it!  By God . . . look at him, boys.  The Wonder kid from Roxie’s Whorehouse!  Out the night before to make it with all whorehouse employees and kick ass on every rebel-rouser and sorry son of a bitch in Pelican, U.S.A.!  That’s him all right.  Rested now and just a-raring to go at them lines out back!”
     “All right!  All right!” I protested when Swanson started to physically pull me off the bed board.  “I’m getting up—damn it!”
     I swung my legs over the edge of the bed board. Thus, semi-seated, with my sleeping bag still wrapped around my legs, I was at least allowed to hold my head in my hands and wonder.
     “What time is it?  Where are we?”
     There was enough light in the hull that I guessed it was somewhere around nine in the morning.  I could tell by the familiar see-sawing action of the floor that we were at sea, but this see-sawing was more marked than usual.
     Swanson had thrown together a pot of coffee and was lighting the stove’s pilot.
     “You slept through half the morning,” Swanson said, extinguishing the match just before its flame reached his fingertips.  Only Swanson had mastered the technique of lighting our damper less stove with a single match stick.  “After the Rapp brothers brought you down from Roxie’s I let you sleep the rest of the way out.”
     I shook my head carefully.  I remembered something about being carried back to the boat from the whorehouse and how Helen had dropped a vase over my head.  Palming the top of my skull, I felt a bump the size of large walnut.
     “Thanks. . .” I said.  Then, checking myself for other bruises, added:  “Where are we?  How come we aren’t in Pelican?”
     Swanson explained that the Alaska Board of Fisheries out of Anchorage had posted an EMERGENCY THREE DAY CLOSURE coming up in three days.  The bad thing about this was the dates of this closure coincided with the peak of the King Salmon Run.  Each year, a day either way of a fixed calendar date, the greatest number of migrating King salmon flooded these inlet waters on way to their natal streams.  The money made during these three days often determined a good season from a bad one.  It was Swanson’s opinion that the regulators had chosen to announce this closure date at the last minute to catch fishermen off guard.
 
     This is why we’d put-out from Pelican last night for Esther Island.  Esther Island was a misnomer: a kind of underwater reef that formed a shallow expanse of water salmon liked to travel over as they come off the open ocean.  It was at the northern head of Chicagof Island, midway between Cross Sound and the Pacific Ocean.  It was here Swanson believed we might “head-off” some of these salmon before they poured into the inlet waters from the open sea. 
     I remembered the conversation I’d had with Sue Ann Bonnet about decreasing fish counts and over fishing, but decided it was probably not a good idea to bring this up right now (particularly in wake of the trouble I’d caused the night before!).
     “And that’s where we are right now?” I said, my aching head beginning to throb.
     “You got it!” said Swanson.  Then, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, finished:
     “I’d best get back the wheel.  We’re near a good-sized wash-rock ‘bout now.  Feel free to mug up . . . splash your face . . . and what-have-you.  But don’t be pussy-footing around.  A little something’s come up and I’m in need of your services above.”
     And like a bee ordered back to its hive, Swanson turned and disappeared up the 5-step ladder.
     Dashing, tripping, stumbling, falling, crawling across the floor of the hull, I made it just in time to vomit into an empty herring bucket across the room.  Like a dog over its dish, I held my face over the salt-rimmed bucket and continued to wretch.  My skull squeezed down on my brain each time a new heave came up.  In midst of this came a weird urge to pray.  But to what God or image I could not think!  Perhaps for the first time since I’d been out here I realized just how removed from the rest of the world I really was.  No one, not even Brian Connelly back in Juneau, really knew where I was at this moment.  I’d made reference in a post card that I was fishing: but as to exactly where and with whom I was fishing, nothing.  As far as he or anyone else was concerned, I could be anywhere along the Alaskan coast from Ketchikan to the Bering Sea!  Overwhelmed by the thought, I clawed the hardwood floor as a new wave of nausea rose up inside me.
     Finally, there was an end to it—or, at least, a great slowing down.  The spinning slowed.  The hot flashes cooled.  Slowly, very slowly, I stood up.
     “Christ. . .” I thought out loud.  “What have I gotten myself into?”
     From above came the rattling interruption of Swanson’s voice:
     “Haul ass, down there!  I need you on the bow-point!  Pronto!”
     “Screw yourself!” I cursed beneath my breath, knowing Swanson couldn’t hear because of the engine.
     Because the swells outside were getting worse, I opted to sit on the floor while getting dressed—one sock, one foot at a time.
 
 
 
     “Right on time!” was the first thing Swanson said when I appeared on deck.
     I’d found the wheelhouse deserted, and came upon Swanson taking a leak over leeward side.
     The light outside and the sound of the Western’s engine was brighter and louder than I’d even expected.  The waters around us were bluer, wider than usual; choppier too.  The boat was tacking hard right, as though caught in some strange whirlpool of a current.  Not more than a hundred yards to the left of our wake, a capsized rowboat bobbed in a strange circular fashion on the water: like the dial on a broken compass.
     “On time for what?” I said, looking away as Swanson adjusted himself in front of me.
     Swanson pointed directly over my shoulder.
      Turning to see, I saw nothing: just the wide open swells rolling by, a few seagulls cartwheeling overhead.  Shrugging my shoulders, I indicated that I didn’t understand.
     “No,” Swanson said, once again pointing over my shoulder.  “Up along the prow.  Over the roof of the wheelhouse.”
     Still shaking my head, I stepped back a little and the object Swanson had so ardently been alluding to came into full and sudden view.
     “H-o-l-y shit!” was the only thing I could think to say.  “H-o-l-y fucking shit!”
     No less than twenty feet off our prow, another trawler, the Lacey J, was running alongside us.  Two men in stocking caps on the Lacey J’s deck were waving good- naturedly at us.  With a shudder, I noticed that no one was at the wheel of the Lacey J.  And there was no one at our wheel either!  Had this positioning taken place in a quiet harbor or cove, I’d think little of it.  But here—on a flooding sea, in some of the roughest water I’d encountered yet—the closeness of the other vessel was terrifying.
     “Look at those crack-heads!” I said, turning my torso towards Swanson but unable to turn my eyes from the Lacey J in irrational fear that doing so might cause our two trawlers to collide.  “What are they up to?  They must be twelve-miles high!”
     Braving a glance in Swanson’s direction, I discovered I’d been talking to a steel pipe.
     “SWANSON!”
     The wheelhouse! I thought.  Of course!  Swanson had gone there to steer us clear of these two fools and their trawler!
     But entering the wheelhouse, I found it as vacant as when I’d first come up.  The steering wheel was locked in auto-pilot: turning a quarter turn to the right, thumping to a stop, bouncing back to the left, and then repeating the process.
     Rushing back outside, I searched fore and aft for my skipper.  After stumbling over a tool-box and saving myself from toppling overboard by grabbing a steel cable, a horrid thought entered my brain.  Maybe Swanson had fallen overboard.  The way the boat was rocking and wind was blowing it wouldn’t take much to toss anyone, even an old salt like Swanson.  Swayed by this notion, I scrambled about on deck in renewed hysteria.
      Not until I’d literally tripped over Swanson did I uncover the secret of his whereabouts.
              “Hey!  Aaaaah!  Get off--!”
     While searching out to sea for Swanson’s floating carcass, I’d inadvertently stepped on his outstretched hands just as he was climbing up from the holds below deck.
     A strong swell rocked the Western World’s stern, forcing Swanson to grasp my leg as he crawled up out of the hatchway.  I grabbed his elbow and lifted him to his feet.
     “Thanks. . .” Swanson grumbled, then quickly added:
“Here.  Take this.  Like this!”
     Swanson shoved a half-frozen salmon into my arms.
     Shocked, I simply stared at the fish.
     Swanson grabbed my stiff hands and twisted them about until I was holding the fish properly through their gills.
     “That’s better,” he said.  “It’s a fish.  Not a goddamn infant!”
     The Lacey J’s position had slid back so it was riding left to our stern.  Only one of the crewmen was on deck now, the other manning the wheel.
     “Yo!  Swanson!” the stocking-capped man at the rear of the Lacey J called across the white-capped waters.  “We ain’t got all morning.”
     Swanson shrugged his shoulders and nodded towards me.
      “Yeah, well. . .” the other fisherman answered.  “We still ain’t got all day.”
     Swanson gave a big thumb’s up sign to his fellow fisherman.  Under his breath, he mumbled to me:
     “What a doofus!  Word is his pretty young wife is banging some cannery hand while he’s out here busting his balls!”
     I noticed the stocking-capped fisherman was no longer smiling and was leaning over the side of the Lacey J as if to hear what Swanson was saying.
     “Come on,” Swanson said, nudging me forward.  “You heard the man.  We need your services on the bow.  Pronto!”
     “The bow?” I asked.   “In these waters?  How come?”
     We were at the door of the wheelhouse now.  Inside, scattered electric messages sounded on and off over the CB radio.  Through the water-sprayed window of the wheelhouse, I saw that we were within a few hundred yards of that strange area where the tidewaters of Cross Sound met up with the tidewaters of the Pacific Ocean—where the GREEN gives way to the BLUE—the waters between them foaming into a roaring silvery line of froth that stretched as far as the eye could see.
     “Just a little chore,” Swanson answered, in his most matter-of-fact voice.  He appeared busy re-tying a knot on a rope attached to the crosstrees overhead.  “It’s very simple, really.  All you got to do is take that there soaker up to the bow-point, and hop over to the Lacey J with it.  Then either Joey or Gabriel, there, will swap you a little something for the fish.  You jump back aboard with the something.  Simple as that.”
     Giving the knot a good tug, Swanson slipped past me into the wheelhouse.
     Pot.  That was the little something Swanson was asking me to risk my neck over.  We’d run out of it the day before Pelican and Swanson had just about lost it.  When I entered the wheelhouse during a lull, Jimi Hendrix was playing at full volume and Swanson was scratching the bottom of his pipe with a straightened paper clip for resin.  Boxes and papers and magazines were strewn about the wheelhouse; the Pin-Up calendar was torn from the wall; and his coffee cup shattered on the floor.  Thankful he hadn’t noticed my presence, I’d tip-toed back to my lines and hadn’t thought about the episode again until just now.
     “You’re joking,” I said, following Swanson into the wheelhouse.  “Really.  This is a joke, right?”
     Now Swanson was busy grinding the Western World’s gears into neutral, then reverse, then forward into low.  I had to brace myself by pressing my free hand against the ceiling.  Raising the fish to eye level, I continued:
     “For a stash of pot you want me to jump boat—“
     “Get it out!  Get it out!” Swanson started shouting.  “Get it out of my face!”
     I stood there with a confounded look on my face.
     “The fish!” Swanson said.  “Get that goddamn fish out of my face!  I’m trying to steer the boat, goddamn it!”
     Bewildered, I jerked the salmon away from Swanson’s face.  At that instant, a great groan came up through the floorboards as the Western World lurched into higher gear.  That same instant, I toppled headfirst into the dashboard, dropping the salmon onto the floor of the wheelhouse along with pen and pencils and other miscellany from the dash.
     Stumbling to my feet again with the salmon, a clip-board, three pencils and a coffee coaster, I apologized for dropping the fish.
     “Sorry.  I just don’t see why we can’t—“
     “Because I said so!” Swanson interrupted.  “This is my boat.  If you don’t like it . . . pick up your gear and go.  Right now.  Just pick it up and go.  The day I start letting a puller tell me what to do—“
     “I ain’t telling you what to do!” I interrupted, raising me voice at Swanson for the first time.  “Just let me know why we can’t throw the bloody fish across instead of me risking my neck jumping!”
     Both of us were surprised by my sudden outburst.  There was an awkward silence for several seconds as we looked at and away from each other at the same time.  Finally, Swanson spoke:
     “We ain’t throwing it across, goddamn it, because it’s too damn easy to lose that way.”
     The Lacey J was pulling up alongside our prow again.  Through the wheelhouse window, I saw the man on deck had moved up to the Lacey J’s bow-point.  He was crouched there on a knee, pointing at his wristwatch.
     “All right,” I heard myself saying.
     Without another word between us, I took my rain slicker down from its nail on the wall and left the wheelhouse, thinking, the man is relentless.
 
 
 
     Walking up that bow-point was about as easy as walking up the curve of a banana.  The gales went unchecked here: strong enough to knock over a small child; and, quite possibly, a full grown man trying to balance a hangover; a twenty-pound fish, and a dozen other thoughts completely unrelated to the task he was performing—the most recurrent of these being that if he had any sense at all he’d up and quit on the spot; have Swanson deliver his own goddamn fish; fetch his own pot; etc., etc.
     “How goes it?” came a voice over the wind and blasts of water against the Western World’s flank.
     It was the fisherman crouched on the bow of the Lacey J; the one Swanson had referred to as Gabriel.  He had a large red face that matched his stocking cap.  I guessed it was a face made red as much from drink as from the elements; a sad but generous face.  Overtop of a long-sleeved thermal shirt, Gabriel wore a black T-shirt with some faded lettering across the chest.
                                      ANYONE CAN BE A FATHER. . .
                                      BUT IT TAKES SOMEONE SPECIAL
                                      TO BE A DADDY!
     I wondered if Gabriel’s wife had gotten him the shirt before or after she’d started fooling around on him.
     I was past the anchor windlass now.  From here out, I was on my own.  There were no ropes or cables to hold onto now, no wheelhouse to fall back on: just the sky above, the sea below, and this terrible oblivion tottering all around me.
     “Great!” I called back, fearing another spoken work might send me over.
     “Just go easy!” Gabriel encouraged.  “This is nuts—but, if you take your time, it’ll be all right!” 
     I found myself glancing out at the water too much.  It was fine when my sights were set on the course of the water, but when I redirected my sights to the course I was taking along the bow I discovered that the very boards I stood on tended to run out beneath me also. 
     “Hey, kid!  Slow it down.  And keep low!”
     Gabriel again.  I glanced up long enough to see that he was acting out what he meant by “keep low”: squatting up and down like an overgrown baboon.
     “Got it!  Keep low,” I heard myself repeating.  “Keep low.”  I reprimanded myself for thinking Gabriel looked comical.  This advice just might save my life.
     Aping Gabriel, I inched my way along that mile-long last five feet to the end of the bow-point. . .thinking, and, at the same time, trying not think, about those war horror stories regarding soldiers who crap their pants in the line of fire.  I’d always laughed right along with my schoolmates at the thought.  I wasn’t laughing now.
     “Holy Christ. . .” I whispered, when I’d made it to that edge.
     I took a knee and waved at Gabriel.
     “What the hell are we doing here?” I braved across the wave and foam.
     But Gabriel didn’t seem to hear me even though we were only fifteen feet away:  fifteen feet, that is, at a given moment.  It all depended on the rise and fall our two bows.  Our trawlers were rising and falling on the beginning of open ocean troughs.  At one moment, you’d become elevated on a mound of water; then, the next moment, this mound would cave in and you’d find yourself at the bottom of a watery bowl, with nothing to see around you but climbing walls of water. 
     “Stay down!”
      Gabriel was instructing me to remain crouched while Swanson edged our prow closer to the Lacey J.  Soon, our bows were see-sawing about ten feet apart.  Gabriel stood up and moved to the edge of his trawler’s bow.  He signaled me to remain crouched while the trawler’s inched closer.
     It wouldn’t be long now.  My breathing quickened to match my heart.  My mouth and throat were dry and I wished I drank more water after vomiting in the hull.  Our bows were rising and falling opposite each other now.  When one came up, the other came down.  It made me shudder to think what would happen if I should somehow wind up in that no-man’s land of water between the two heaving bows.  For a second, I imagined my body floating face down in dead man fashion between the boats . . . my green rain slicker puffed up with air.  Then, the next second, one of the two hulls would come smashing down on top of me—busting my skull open like watermelon; my body repeatedly throttled by the hulls of the two trawlers until I was, inadvertently, pushed aside.  Then Swanson, or the men aboard the Lacey J, would drag my carcass out of ocean with a long-handled gaff.
     “Hey! Heads up!  If you’re gonna jump—now’s the time!”
     Shakily, I stood up, holding onto the anchor until I was sure of my balance.
     “You all right?” Gabriel asked.  He was within eight feet of me now.  “Want to call this damn thing off?”
     “No,” I said, forcing a smile.  “I got it.”
     The boats were dangerously close now.  Not only did I fear making the jump, but now had the additional worry that our two prows might collide. 
     I toed my way to very edge of the bow.  I switched the salmon into my other hand to assure a better grip.  Then, carefully timing my jump midway between the rise and fall of our two bows, I leaped across to the Lacey J.
      Gabriel was there to greet me as I landed on the bow of the Lacey J.  In my zeal to make it across, I’d jumped a little too far.  If Gabriel hadn’t been there to catch me, I might have continued right on over the other side of the Lacey J.
     “Guess I overdid it a little,” I joked.
     “I’d say!” said Gabriel.  “Had me thinking you were Michael Jordan a second there!”
     We laughed at the slapstick notion of me going into the drink on the other side.
      A couple of seagulls were circling overhead.  Pointing toward the gulls, I said:
      “Maybe they were waiting for me?”
      “Yeah!” Gabriel laughed.  “Right!”
     A fresh gale blew across the bow the Lacey J.  Both of us were relieved when it let up.
      I turned the nearly-thawed salmon over to Gabriel.
      He handed me a half-ounce of weed in a Ziploc sandwich bag, and, in a second sandwich bag, a fistful of twenty dollar bills.
     “What’s this for?” I asked.
      Gabriel’s face flushed.
       “You’ll have to ask your skipper about that?”
       Apparently, the stash of pot was not the only reason Swanson had sent me here.
       Gabriel turned—as though to leave—then turned back—offering me his hand.
      “What’s your name, kid?”
     “Adam,” I said.
     “Adam, huh?”  Gabriel said, scratching the back of one of his big red ears.  “Well . . . good luck, Adam.  You’re doing something I could never do.”
      Gabriel glanced uneasily towards Swanson. 
      “Worked a whole summer with that son of a bitch ten years ago.  Wouldn’t do it again for all the tea in China.”
     Then, raising the salmon as though to give reason for his hurry, Gabriel walked back to the Lacey J’s wheelhouse.
     I looked towards Joey at the wheel.  Joey was pointing emphatically past me towards the bow-point.   The reason for his urgency was apparent at a glance: our trawlers were pulling apart.  Already there was a good eight feet of space between them.
     Shoving the two stashes in the front pockets of my jeans, I hurried to the edge of the Lacey J.  I leapt back aboard our boat while the Western World’s bow was still coming up.  I landed somewhat successfully—falling hard on my knees beside the anchor.
      I returned Swanson’s thumbs up from the wheel, then remained crouched on the bow as our two trawlers pulled apart.  I saw Gabriel emerge on deck again for an instant, then disappear inside the Lacey J’s wheelhouse.
     Who was this Gabriel?
     What else could he tell me about Swanson?
      Or—better stated—what could he tell me about him that I didn’t already know?
      When the other fisherman on the Lacey J, Joey, waved goodbye from the wheel . . . I did not wave back.
 
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