Scott Hughes My Father Names the Plants As we stroll the edges of his property, my father points along the tree line and names the different plants— bald cypress, red maple, pink lantern— but in that moment, he’s not recalling them from memory: He’s bestowing the names upon them, creating them for me. Scott Hughes […]
Read MoreScott Hughes Undertow A marriage, like salt in water, can dissolve in silence as loud as the whorling sea underneath the glass-still surface. Scott Hughes has three books available at www.writescott.com.
Read MoreScott Hughes Dissolution Some nights when I dream of you, I realize I’m dreaming, so I talk to you like we no longer do, ask you the questions you will not answer in the waking world, hold you until you vanish when my eyes open. Scott Hughes has a book of poetry, The Universe You […]
Read MorePushcart Nominee 2019 Scott Hughes Perma-Ring People told me that after you wear your wedding band long enough, there would be a permanent indentation on your finger, but what they didn’t tell me, what they may not have even known, is once you leave the ring off how soon your skin forgets. Keep reading, and […]
Read MoreScott Hughes Anniversary Today, on what would have been our seventeenth anniversary, I am instead alone, waist-deep in the Atlantic, burying my feet in sand like wet cement and leaning toward the empty beach to steady myself against the pull of a wave building behind me, and I wonder why I’m resisting the ocean’s desire […]
Read MoreScott Hughes Silver Dog My sixteen-year-old Mini Schnauzer can barely walk and often stands in place, staring at a wall or down an empty hallway as though a voice only he can hear is calling him close, perhaps telling him what a good boy he’ll always be. Scott Hughes has two books coming out, so […]
Read MoreScott Hughes Perma-Ring People told me that after you wear your wedding band long enough, there would be a permanent indentation on your finger, but what they didn’t tell me, what they may not have even known, is once you leave the ring off how soon your skin forgets. Keep reading, and Scott Hughes will […]
Read MoreScott Hughes Signal When my father called and asked how I was doing, the words I wanted to say escaped me in an exhale, traveled through the phone to the nearest cell tower to the outer atmosphere and off to who knows where, and all I could tell him was “I’m good, Dad. I’m good.” […]
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