by Nick Tabone | Apr 26, 2021 | Non-fiction
It was that dark hour just before the dawn when I came out on deck for tie-up in Green Bay, Wisconsin. I took my position on the port quarter, ready to call spots for the captain should he need them. My tea steamed in its travel mug. Up...
by Nick Tabone | Apr 19, 2021 | Poetry
i. It’s here. Two days ago it carried away one of the crew. Now he claws the walls of a quarantine hotel room in The Canadian Soo. ii. Daily we are vetted.Our sinuses scoured.Is it manifest within us?Who’ll be next?It’s hard not to...
by Nick Tabone | Apr 15, 2021 | Non-fiction
Trade on the Great Lakes slows to a trickle for a couple of months each year as the St. Lawrence seaway and the Welland Canal close for maintenance and the various fleets which operate in the region lay their ships up for work of their own...
by Nick Tabone | Apr 2, 2021 | Poetry
Never one for goodbyeshe slips away before dawns first light. His getaway, a taxicabon black roads varnished with dew. A thief in the night, his belongings in the boot and a head full of jewels and sadness.
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