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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 3, September 2017

Jennifer Thiermann
Glenview, Illinois, U.S.A.


For twenty years the men toss their liquor bottles off the back porch of the old hunting cabin. Then that cabin becomes the community cabin of a rural commune. The children discover the strewn bottles under layers of redwood duff and madrone leaves. They collect and wash them in a cold spring down in the draw. Compelling embossed names appear in green, blue, and clear glass: Jack Daniels, Jim Bean, Old Crow, Wild Turkey, Rebel Yell.

In an abandoned truck bed top with two small doors, the children open a bottle shop. Although living nine miles up a dirt road behind three locked gates, they are far from discouraged. Customers are, more often than not, a roaming parent or goat, or fanciful characters the children invent. Reliably, every afternoon, after they restock and rearrange their treasures, they flip over a hand-painted sign--“Bottle Shop Open."

the stink of vinegar weed
on our trousers



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