
U.P. Reader -- Volume #7
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Michigan's Upper Peninsula is blessed with a treasure trove of storytellers, poets, and historians, all seeking to capture a sense of Yooper Life from settler's days to the far-flung future. Since 2017, the U.P. Reader offers a rich collection of their voices that embraces the U.P.'s natural beauty and way of life, along with a few surprises. The sixty short works in this 7th annual volume take readers on U.P. road and boat trips from the Keweenaw to the Soo. Every page is rich with descriptions of the characters and culture that make the Upper Peninsula worth living in and writing about. U.P. writers span genres from humor to history and from science fiction to poetry. This issue also includes imaginative fiction from the Dandelion Cottage Short Story Award winners, honoring the amazing young writers enrolled in all of the U.P.'s schools. Featuring the words of Mikel B Classen, Sharon Kennedy, Ellen Lord, Deborah K Frontiera, Bill Sproule, Maria Vezzetti Matson, Tamara Lauder, Tyler R Tichelaar, Emilie Lancour, M Kelly Peach, Richard Hill, Roslyn McGrath, Becky Ross Michael, Julie Dickerson, John Adamcik, August Whitney, Tricia Carr, Elizabeth Fust,Ninie Gaspariani Syarikin, Mack Hassler, Donna Searight Simons, Leigh Mills, Raymond Luczak,J L Hagen, Nina Craig,Art Curtis, Brandy Thomas,Kathleen Carlton Johnson, Chris Kent, Ben Bohnsack, Edd Tury, Allan Koski,Jaclyn Jukkala, Lilli Gast, Miah Billie, Halle Wakkuri, Serah Oommen, and Betty Harriman. "Funny, wise, or speculative, the essays, memoirs, and poems found in the pages of these profusely illustrated annuals are windows to the history, soul, and spirit of both the exceptional land and people found in Michigan's remarkable U.P. If you seek some great writing about the northernmost of the state's two peninsulas look around for copies of the U.P. Reader. --Tom Powers, Michigan in Books "U.P. Reader offers a wonderful mix of storytelling, poetry, and Yooper culture. Here's to many future volumes!" --Sonny Longtine, author of Murder in Michigan's Upper Peninsula "As readers embark upon this storied landscape, they learn that the people of Michigan's Upper Peninsula offer a unique voice, a tribute to a timeless place too long silent." --Sue Harrison, international bestselling author of Mother Earth Father Sky The U.P. Reader is sponsored by the Upper Peninsula Publishers and Authors Association (UPPAA) a non-profit corporation. A portion of proceeds from each copy sold will be donated to the UPPAA for its educational programming.
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FICTION
Quale and Agnes
by Sharon Kennedy
The fading sun shines through lacy beige curtains and brings a quiet glow to Quale's living room, turning her surroundings into a welcoming cocoon. She wraps herself deeper into her yellow cardigan, stirs a little Irish cream into her coffee, and turns to Spike who is reading yesterday's newspaper, quite oblivious to Quale's obvious suffering. She hates him and his cool indifference.
"I didn't think it would end like this," she says. "I thought I'd awaken one morning, and Mom would be gone - that I'd find her asleep in her chair with a peaceful look on her face and her plastic crucifix clutched in her hand. Sweetie would be purring and licking her arm, trying to awaken her, but knowing as an animal instinctively knows, that her mistress has gone someplace the cat cannot follow. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Dear God, not like this."
"How long are you going to cry?" Spike asks as he glances her way. "Your ma's okay. She's happy living at the home. It's you I'm worried about. Snap out of the dumps, will you?" Spike has heard Quale's complaints for weeks. Her constant rehashing of her mother's move to the nursing home isn't good for their shaky relationship.
"I can't help it," Quale answers. "This is the first spring in seventy-nine years she hasn't been home to see the daffodils bloom. It doesn't make sense that she lives in a healthy body while her mind disintegrates. If she had died, it would be so much easier."
"But she didn't die, and life goes on. Besides, the home has flowerbeds. She'll be watching daffodils bloom from a different window, that's all, and she won't even know the difference. That should give you some comfort."
"Why? Why does life go on and why should knowing Mom doesn't know where she is bring me comfort? She worked hard all her life and look how it ended. Life makes no sense. It's crazy-everything ends. Everything. All her hard work amounted to nothing. Her life amounted to less than a stick of kindling."
"Stop it, Quale. Stop it or you'll be sitting in a wheelchair next to her, dribbling your chicken noodle soup on your bib, and filling your Depends with urine."
"You don't understand. You didn't live with her. We shared this house for nine years. It wasn't until she moved in with me that I remembered everything about her that I thought I had forgotten. I loved her, then I hated her, then I forgave her then I loved her again. She's been gone for two months. Give me time to mourn. Please. I need more time. That's all I'm asking."
"But you're not getting better. Every time you visit her, you come home an emotional wreck. You can't live her life. You have to go on and think about us. How about we go to the casino? I still have a little time before I catch the boat. What'd you say?"
"I say close the window. I'm cold and I can't stand the noise from those four-wheelers. This sideroad used to be so quiet-no more than three cars drove by in a day. Sometimes it was three days before one car would go by. Now the quiet is gone. I hate it here now. Strangers live on the road that used to be ours. Kids break the windows in the old house and sleep like thieves in the barn's haymow. Everything's changed. I hate it. I hate the way things turned out. It isn't fair. Please close the window. I said I'm cold."
"You're not well, Quale. You're living in the past. You need to see a doctor."
"What do I need a doctor for? To tell me cancer is eating my body? Or the polyps in my nose are malignant? So, what if a doctor says I need an operation? And if I survive, what then? What then? If they heal my body, and I lose my mind, what difference will it make? Why bother with a doctor? What's the point?" Spike closes the window.
"Here, put on this sweatshirt and drink your coffee. Dammit, Quale, you've got to pull yourself together. You're all I've got. I need you. Don't quit on me. Did you take your Xanax?"
"Xanax, Prozac, Tetracycline, four aspirins, three Butterfingers, a bag of gas station popcorn, and a pot of coffee. That's what I've taken today. Tomorrow will be the same except for the candy. Maybe I'll eat a bag of Switzer's black licorice."
"Do you think this is what she would want? That she'd be happy knowing you're ruining your health? Did she give up when your dad died?"
"No, but he died quick. He escaped a nursing home."
"Then be like she is. Be strong. She's adjusting to her new life. She seems happy. It seems to me you might be a little jealous that your ma has adjusted to the situation better than you have. She wouldn't want to see you in such misery."
"I've been strong all my life and for most of it, I've taken care of someone other than myself. I'm fifty-three years old and I'm tired. If I eat junk food and pop pills, then so be it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing. You're never around long enough to do anything anyway. Always complaining how much you hate the life of a Great Lakes sailor, but you love to boast about being one."
As usual, Spike feels useless because he is. He looks at his watch. Nine-thirty. The ship will lock through in an hour and if he's not on it, it will sail without him. The freighter Joe Block waits for no man. Spike knows when he's licked. "Okay," he says. "You don't want to go to the casino but come here and let me love you before I leave." Spike heads for the bedroom but Quale won't follow him. How can a woman make love to a man she despises? The years of manipulation and verbal abuse and passive-aggressive behavior have taken their toll. Quale no longer feels any emotions for Spike other than contempt and fear. She feigns concern as he puts on his jacket and gets ready to leave.
"Be careful," she says. "Dusk is when deer feed alongside the road. Promise me you'll be careful." Twice this spring Spike has hit a deer. Quale is much less concerned about his welfare. It's the poor animals that have her sympathy.
"Don't worry. Don't worry about anything. I'll call as often as I can, but you know when we're on Lake Superior heading for Duluth, I can't get a signal on the cell."
"I know," Quale says. She turns away after he kisses her cheek. She listens until his truck is gone and then closes her eyes. Soon she is sleeping, and her dreams reveal what she tries to keep hidden. Her dreams take her to the old barn, but it's much larger than it was. Mom and Dad and Spike are with her. They're walking along the south wall of the haymow because the floor isn't safe. Years of neglect rotted the wood. Quale watches as the mow falls to the ground. Her parents disappear amid old milk bottles, curry combs, pictures of herself when she was young, and boxes of broken glasses. She grabs everything and runs to the house, but it isn't the house, it's the old red building Dad used as a work shed. When she puts the items on a table, they roll away like human heads roll from the slice of a guillotine.
Quale sees herself in the mirror she holds in her dream. Her face is lined, wrinkled, looking much older than she is. She tosses the mirror aside and returns to the haymow. Female bodies lie on the hay. When she looks closer, they open their eyes, and their arms reach for her. Their faces are white, and their eyes are colorless. A shudder runs through Quale as she thinks of the movie Je'Accuse and wonders what she has done to earn the wrath of these dead women. They go for her throat. Mom and Dad and Spike have disappeared so there is no one to help her. She does not struggle as the dead women strangle her. Resistance is pointless.
Quale cries in her sleep and awakens. In her mind's eye, she sees Spike as he is-a handsome, tall man whose eyes are empty. Five years ago, when they first met, she asked him why he had empty eyes, but he didn't understand so he didn't answer. Quale's eyes take her to the picture of Jesus hanging on the wall. In every Catholic home, the same picture is tacked or taped to a wall. The eyes of Jesus follow her as she moves from the bedroom to the kitchen. His eyes are full of love and hope and compassion and understanding. They are not the eyes of a stranger.
"It's just You and me now," Quale says as she pours water into the tea kettle. "I guess You'll have to do." She pushes back the linen tablecloth, takes a China cup and saucer from the cupboard, and puts a teabag in the cup when the water is hot. She opens the cookie jar and places three oatmeal cookies on a fancy plate and sits at her place, staring at the same picture of Jesus that hangs from a nail pounded into the west wall.
"I suppose You'll do," she repeats as she stirs sugar into her cup. "What choice do I have?" Quale looks past...
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