
The 31st of October in Locust, Maine
Amanda Cecelia LangI don’t remember my birth-town. But as this road unwinds its final miles through an autumn-spiced forest of crimson oaks and golden locusts, a sense of returning home rises in me like shivery warmth and candy-corn bile. A signpost waits in the overgrowth ahead. Welcome to Locust, Maine, population 1,313 The splintered sign slumps sideways […]