Douens had stolen the baby and hidden her in the village dirt oven. This was the treasured oven that baked many treats for the villagers, like their daily bread, special cakes, and Christmas ham. It was now part of the scheme of the impish douens to bake the baby.
AMANDA T. MCINTYRE
The culverts of June street converged
at a point on the corner where
the rum shop remained closed
until further notice as Belmont approached
the second half of the pandemic year.
I watched my mother pack documents in air tight bags
then cast simple spells in the shape of ‘X’ on the windows
to protect the house against the energies of the coming rain.
