Aria Ligi reviews “ The Salty River Bleeds” by Stephen Page

The Salty River Bleeds” by Stephen Page

Review by Aria Ligi

Page’s collection, Salty River Bleeds, is a two-part parable, one of the lives of Jonathon and Teresa and the other of his ranch, its inhabitants, the environ consisting of his cows, sheep, ibis and such and their struggle against the exteriors (man encroaching on them all). Yet, it is also, as he pictures so beautifully, mirrored with Old Man, who through the simple the challenge of living day to day, is a metaphor for it all. Pages’ work embodies very Campbellesque qualities of the myth told within the confines of free verse, epistles, and alternatively spiced with rhyme. Page is not only a mythmaker he is rancher poet-activist who is wise enough to question his place within the tale, that of hunter and farmer, while portraying in stark terms the cost to those around him from his livestock to the earth, air, those who would shepherd it, and those who would seek to profit from it.

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Friday Favorite’s-Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

A lovely surprise from Penny Wilson…

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Welcome to another addition of my Friday Favorites!  Each Friday, I will spotlight a favorite blog/blogger. I hope to give you a glimpse into who and what their blog is about and why they are a favorite to mine. Please check out these posts and maybe they will become favorites of yours too! 🙂

Today, I’d like to introduce you to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo .  Sue is a multi-faceted wonder.  I believe the reason that I originally connected with Sue is because she does a photo prompt called #writephoto. After discovering her blog, I was hooked. Sue’s #writephoto prompt is a prompt of a photo, sometimes a painting or other things. THIS is an example of one of her prompts.  

The #writephoto prompts exposed me to the poetry that Sue writes. Her work is amazing. It seems to have a soft, mystical quality about it. Beautiful! THIS 

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Fume ~ Christine Bialczak #writephoto

Through the trees we could see the thick smoke billowing up from what we believed was the medical camp. The lights from the camp illuminated the smoke, giving it an eerie glow that faded to gold as it moved farther from the source. We knew it would not be long before all that was left was a smoldering camp of burning ash, left to consume itself.

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Living Lore: Ghostly Re-enactment of the Battle of Edgehill ~ Gary Stocker

The secondary school which I attended, Kineton High, was in sight of Edgehill, where the first major battle of the British Civil War was fought. A story used to go around October time, during the Michaelmas Term, about how if you went up there, around midnight, on the 23rd October (the anniversary of the battle), then you would see a ghostly re-enactment of the battle. I remember pestering my mother once (I remember that it was a Thursday night, which would have made it 1980) to drive me up there (we lived in a village called Wellesbourne then).

The actual battlefield is inside the army base of what was then CAD (Central Ammunition Depot) Kineton. So obviously you could not go in, but we drove around the roads round there, stopping the car occasionally to look across the fields. The funny thing was that there were quite a lot of cars, parked in gateways, with people looking across the fields. Which was quite unusual, considering that area is still very rural without a great deal going on normally! We did not actually see anything supernatural though. Years later some of us from a company which I used to work at, used to go there. Although the date, 23rd October, was the Old Style dates. So we worked out the proper date and went there on the recalculated date as well. Neither time did we see anything supernatural though. The latter times we had a few drinks in the pub at the top of Edgehill and then followed the public footpath into the fields.

This was based on what were meant to have been real events. Two pamphlets published in January 1643, A Great Wonder in Heaven and The New Year’s Wonder recounted how a couple of months afterwards, people in the area saw at night time the battle re-enacted in the sky. This was repeated every few nights and people from the area visited to witness it. A Mr Marshall, the minister in Kineton, went to Oxford where the King was based, and told him. He sent a commission, with six gentlemen, to investigate. Not only did they get first-hand accounts, but saw it for themselves.

It was thought that it may have been caused by some of the war dead not being buried. This was found to be the case and remedied. Since then the full-scale battle has not been witnessed. Although occasional things are said to happen, including Prince Rupert leading his cavalry in a charge (we never saw him).

As a result of this being the subject of a Royal Commission, it is recognised officially in the Public Record Office. The only ghostly haunting to be recognised in such a way.

Sources: “Haunted Warwickshire” by Meg Elizabeth Atkins, pages 73-76.
“Great British Ghosts” by Aidan Chambers, pages 99-103
“Tales of Old Warwickshire” by Betty Smith, pages 81-84
http://www.real-british-ghosts.com/edgehill-ghosts.html

About the author

Gary Stocker graduated from Coventry Polytechnic in 1991 with a degree in combined engineering. He worked in civil engineering for nearly twenty years. For the last six years he has worked in materials science and currently works as a test engineer. His hobbies and interests include voluntary work, conservation work and blacksmithing. He is also interested in history, mythology and folklore and he says, “most things”.


How did your granny predict the weather? What did your great uncle Albert tell you about the little green men he saw in the woods that night? What strange creature stalks the woods in your area?

So many of these old stories are slipping away for want of being recorded. legendary creatures, odd bits of folklore, folk remedies and charms, and all the old stories that brought our landscape to life…

Tell me a story, share memories of the old ways that are being forgotten, share the folklore of your home. I am not looking for fiction with this feature, but for genuine bits of folklore, old wives tales, folk magic and local legends. Why not share what you know and preserve it for the future?

Email me at findme@scvincent.com and put ‘Living Lore’ in the subject line. All I need is your article, bio and links, along with any of your own images you would like me to include and I’ll do the rest.

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Fume ~ Penny Wilson #writephoto

Peering out from behind the boulder, I could see the plume of it’s breath. The fume, a cloud; glowing. It mixed with the mist off the lake until the entire night air was lit. Soon they’d see.

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Pegasus ~ Jim Adams #writephoto

I sat on the kerb with Herb, or if you are from the US, you might call it the curb, but me being from Brooklyn I spell it as curb, but pronounce it as kerb. We watched as the lot across the street started burning and we were appalled that someone had started this fire in our neighborhood. When the police came, Herb started singing, “We didn’t start the fire, it was always burning since the world’s been turning.” It did not take much of an impulse to trigger Herb into putting on a performance, as he was always willing to take the leap and accommodate a crowd of people, ever since he was the lead Munchkin in a play about the wizard of Oz.

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The perfect teacher?

When the student is ready, the master will appear.

This saying is often quoted both by and to those who walk a spiritual path. All too frequently, it is said with the kind of supercilious air that implies that the listener is not yet ready… and further, that they are in the presence of one who already knows more than they ever will. The early stages of any path are littered with those who like to think they have walked much farther than anyone else.

The trouble with that is how it devalues a principle that is, in fact, true… though not necessarily in the way the seeker might think.

A few envisage a numinous being descending in glory to reveal the inner secrets of the universe to them alone. Many expect to simply meet a person or group who can guide them, or point them in the right direction. For most of us, though, it is not even that… it is a thought, a book, a glimpse into a moment that changes our view of the path we have chosen and sets us on our way. It can be the smallest thing and its magnitude is seldom immediately obvious because it is so different from anything we thought we expected.

The clue, though, is in the proverb; the master will appear. Not from out of nowhere, in a puff of smoke… when the student is ready, the guidance they need becomes visible to his eyes. It may always have been there, indeed, there is a teacher within, just waiting for the question, but without everything he has learned on his personal journey, the student is simply unable to see it for what it is.

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Blend In ~ Na’ama Yehuda #writephoto

They walked toward the light. The brambles, the thistles, the burrs, the thorns — all attempted to snag and ensnare and scratch and mark them for what would be held as treachery.

Still, they walked. Some of them bare-legged and bleeding. Others somewhat better clothed, but not much better off once flaps of torn fabric opened windows to the ravages of all manner of sharp things.

They walked toward the light. The dark, the fog, the cold, the hunger, the fatigue — all conspired to force them to turn back.

They did not.

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Hope #midnighthaiku

Barren winter’s hope

Piercing the darkness with light

Stars of earth shining

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Reading the Land ~ G. Michael Vasey

Reblogged from The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey:

The weather is beautiful – OK, it’s freezing but it’s beautiful. I’m chomping at the bit to go out and do some exploring – as Sue (Vincent) always says – I want to go out and play! However, my 12-year old daughter is engaged in learning new methods to solve Rubix cubes and isn’t at all thrilled about the idea of tromping around the Czech countryside looking for energies, wells and stones…. I seem to remember feeling much the same back in the day when I was that age a few centuries ago and my Dad was trying to get me to go find the ‘old roman road’ or similar.

My Dad was an explorer of the land. He knew the Wolds and broader area like the back of his hand by virtue of a service engineering job that was really barely part-time at times and allowed him lots of free time to explore – or play. It was he who got me interested in geology and archeology. It was he who taught me that an inquisitive mind is a good thing to have. Wherever we went, he knew about the area – where to go, what to look at and looking for roman roads was one of his favorite hobbies. He also made dowsing rods and I remember how amazing they were to use. We played games of hide and seek with them – my Dad would hide a coin and then I would seek it out with the rods….. So, I got good training.

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