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Apples on the Nashwaak
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Apples on the Nashwaak tells the stories of five generations of Irish families who called this place "home". … a gravel road climbs to a fifty-acre field, to where blankets of paintbrush blend into sky. The Nashwaak River Valley runs far below. The field lies deserted now, abandoned to wild roses and raspberries. Rock piles-150-year heaps-half submerged in the treeline, icebergs of the understorey. … a straggle of old apple trees … all that's left of a life long gone-house, barn, paddocks and sheds; gardens behind fences of cedar rail and stone. I come here to run my dogs …â€...
Apples on the Nashwaak tells the stories of five generations of Irish families who called this place "home". … a gravel road climbs to a fifty-acre field, to where blankets of paintbrush blend into sky. The Nashwaak River Valley runs far below. The field lies deserted now, abandoned to wild roses and raspberries. Rock piles-150-year heaps-half submerged in the treeline, icebergs of the understorey. … a straggle of old apple trees … all that's left of a life long gone-house, barn, paddocks and sheds; gardens behind fences of cedar rail and stone. I come here to run my dogs … an open door to the wild, it stirs the wolf in their blood. This field, these woodland trails … walk them; go deep. Though feet lose their way, the mind finds the path to a settled place. The soul inhales, quiets, soars; begins to nestle in. …what follows is free flow, a river on the run. Facts carried, facts buried-trails of truth through a field of fiction. -from the Preface Apples on the Nashwaak received the Writers' Federation of New Brunswick 2018 Alfred G. Bailey Award for poetry.