In St. Helena In the Napa Valley
by Jamie Iredell
We sat deep in the porch as the sky lit with streaks: meteorites thundering through the atmosphere. A waft of Old Spice drifted past, another of clean laundry. The breeze blew hot, rising from the valley’s vines after a summer day drenched with sun, rustling hairs on our legs. A cluster broke apart and scattered and faded. Jackrabbits darted between the rows of Zinfandel. Someone sleeping rolled, the trailer a-shudder. Coyotes yelped. Tomorrow would bring turkey buzzards.
Jamie Iredell was born on the Central Coast in California, then went to college at the University of Nevada, Reno. He left Reno, after earning his MA in Literature and the Environment, to head east to Atlanta for his PhD in creative writing at Georgia State University. He is the author of When I Moved to Nevada (forthcoming from The Greying Ghost Press). His writing has appeared in many magazines, including The Chattahoochee Review, Zone 3, The Pedestal Magazine, The Literary Review, ISLE, Descant, elimae, and Mud Luscious. He is a founding editor of New South, and is production editor for C&R Press. He has been known to enjoy watching turtles swim in southern creeks.
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