Summer Dusk
David Athey

Summer dusk in Minnesota seemed like it would last until midnight, as if Alaska were just around the corner, and we often pretended that we were Eskimos and the small green lawn was open water between glaciers, and we sat in a wrecked canoe behind my dad’s shed, whispering about killer whales and killer storms and killer invaders from the unknown; and when Todd’s mom opened the door of their trailer to call him home, their big-bellied mutt prowled toward us like a polar bear out of a dream that still had a chance of ending well.


David Athey has published poems, stories, essays and reviews in various journals, including Harvard Review, The Iowa Review, Tampa Review and California Quarterly. He teaches creative writing at Palm Beach Atlantic University and also has one foot in the music industry, being an executive producer for The Forlorn Strangers.

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