Short Story - excerpt My cousins’ farm stretched out behind us, my grandmother’s summer cottage was tucked under a stand of trees that erupted beside a tidal drainage ditch, a ditch that emptied into our broad Creek, then into the Choptank River and the Chesapeake Bay.  A cicada year they said, but it was too … Continue reading “Tag,” The Baltimore Review, Volume 1, Number 2, Summer 1997 Issue