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Spring Break in Shreveport, SC

Shreveport, Louisiana is a beautiful southern city that's located on the Mississippi River. The historic downtown area has been revitalized with many fine restaurants, galleries and gift shops. Shopping at Shreveport City Hall is a great way to spend the afternoon. There are also several attractions around town that will leave you wanting more.

Shreveport is a coastal city in northeast Louisiana. It was originally a French fort built to protect the city from British pirates during the Revolutionary War. Downtown, the Sci-Port Discovery Center includes an IMAX Dome and hands-on Science Experiences for visitors. Spring Street Historical Museum explores local history in a renovated nineteenth-century church.

Spring Street hosts many festivals, including Jazz Fest, Shreveport Film Festival, Wine Fest and Shreveport Music Festival. The Shreveport Spirit of Shreveport offers guided tours of downtown, but there are other fun things to do on weekends as well. Things to do in Shreveport include shopping, dining and attractions such as the Gulf Coast Science Museum, Shreveport Sea Life Center and Shreveport City Hall. Other things to do in Shreveport include participating in local tours, visiting historic sites and participating in annual events.

Louisiana State University offers students a variety of on-campus and online educational programs, as well as trips, seminars and cultural events in Shreveport. Students can take courses in arts and sciences, business administration and communications. An internet connection is required to successfully complete student-oriented programs at this state university. The top things to do in Shreveport for students are to visit historic sites, shop at local businesses and participate in on-campus events.

Continuing education is required for professional development and job fulfillment. For individuals who are interested in pursuing further education, the Shreveport Louisiana Science Center has several interesting exhibits and facilities. The museum features over forty artifacts from throughout the state's history, all displayed on the grounds. Near the end of the museum is a world-class Sci-Port Discovery Center.

For visitors interested in history, a trip to Shreveport Louisiana is incomplete without taking a trip to the Louis R. P.oit Historical Site. The historic site includes a Civil War battlefield, a plantation and three historic churches. Also on the grounds is an aquarium filled with tropical fish and several interactive exhibits. Shreveport offers many other attractions and activities, including shopping, dining and cultural events.

For those interested in the arts, Shreveport has a variety of local museums featuring local arts and culture. The Shreveport Louisiana Science Center's Science Walk is filled with interactive exhibits and allows visitors to interact with live music. For those wanting to be closer to nature, a trip to the Shreveport City Park Zoo will give them an up close look at various animals and plant life.

Shreveport is home to numerous fine restaurants and award-winning chefs. In addition to experiencing fine dining, families can take part in the city's festivals and parades. Shreveport also has two major music venues: the Shreveport Orleans Jazz and Blues Festival, and Shreveport Jazz & Blues Festival. Tourists are encouraged to visit these festivals before they leave the area as they offer unique entertainment and the chance to meet and greet some of the area's residents.

Those traveling to Shreveport for a weekend vacation should consider one of the many Shreveport hotels that are situated right on the beach. Shreveport Beach is just a short 20-minute drive from the downtown area, and there are endless day and night activities both in and around the Shreveport Beach region. Shreveport Louisiana Real Estate also offers a variety of properties from single family homes to luxury resorts. Many of the resorts are located right on the beach. Weekend break packages are available which include airfare, hotel accommodations and admission tickets to local attractions.

Shreveport is also home to four United States flags, which fly at half mast during the week. While not exactly a beach town, Shreveport does have an exquisite natural setting that offers a great place to enjoy a relaxing weekend getaway or even a reunion with friends and family. Shreveport has been voted the number one tourist destination in the United States by the US Travel Information Council and has become more than just a vacation spot for those heading to warmer climates. Shreveport is a very popular destination for visitors from all over the country and world. The tourism industry is one of the most stable in the country and has continued to grow despite the economy.

Shreveport is located on United States Army Corp of Engineers' flood plain, which is located on the west bank of Lake Lanier. This makes it a great place to visit while on spring break. Shreveport has a unique history, as it was the former capital of the US Army Corp of Engineers. All the beautiful buildings and sites to add to the history and make Shreveport, SC an interesting place to visit during your spring break vacation.

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limejuicer1862 · 4 years

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My goal in life is the destruction of 5G masts. I cut my sandwich into triangles as a lower-middle class pretension. Back outside, my window, one time, a cream room, a view of the street’s antenna. The problem with David Lynch is how he makes too much sense. Back in the simulacrum, a boy, my age, rangers in North America, first as tragedy, then as… ironing out our balaclavas, filling out our milk bottles; backpacks unattended on park benches, on the bus.

A page of Baudrillard, hides the truth to view witnesses fraying little by little into ruins, discernible ruined empire, rotting carcass of the soil double ends simulation, this fabled second-order no longer that of a territory, no longer saturated, a hyperreal map one must

return without origin, shreds unusable a questionable sovereign difference – the charm abstraction, the coextensivity of poetry, the representation produced no imaginary. Operational, in fact, no longer memory radiating synthesis, no space without atmosphere, no worse

curvature. Imitation, nor duplication; leaving room for simulated liquidation.

-Alex Mazey

.the title changes.

there is too much interference things could be left alone things were alright anyway

the battery is low yet plugged in the radio buzzes.

things are distorted

so i did what he says, whilst running up and down the stairs.

source to av, only there aint no av, not on that one anyhow.

press my scart lead, that is probably it.

press the sky button, the sky does not respond.

we still has television snow.

mine are bifocal and can distort gently if i concentrate poorly on the centre i have had help a while grateful at least that i can see unlike some of my family

yesterday I watched a documentary about monkeys

-sonja benskin mesher

The new starboard

Our larvae split their skin in the signal-fry, warmed over by the wire-witched currents of one filigree moon in a hundredweight sky

and if we no longer see the stars how do they counsel a chart for a new grub, or pull a blood’s spirit-iron toward the dissolving north

and if we no longer feel these waves how may we know our own water, what deeps us for the giddy bubble of this sailing. And I know

there are rocks here still, they make chimneys of it to vent everything we can’t burn railing sparks against the sky- silver that meshes none of our tides true

and it will rain hot tonight, the sizzle pelting the new hatchlings

-Ankh Spice

Of Forest And Stick

Foe forest, faux forest fee-fi-fo forest. Where giants hurl their broken stories from broadcast heaven to stone cast ground. Real, this least of things.

Inarticulate metal arms pluck down your dreams, to place within the flakes of soul slow dying desiccation.

Sick insects wave. These metal poles sway clamped to roof and breast.

All point as one, their martyr fingers show. As minds walk psychotic in their circular days.

To stars and planets that orbit our night sleep late night drunk deep on their celestial milky ways.

Antennae wave hello. Behind smudged glass walls as we sit and stare into this aquarium hell of our own making.

As we spread across our furniture of forked cartons, plastic and messy despair We start to take on our corrupt story.

https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/of-forest-and-stick.m4a

Reception

Quiet the cluttered airways. Listen. Too many voices reaching skyward, Clamoring for reception, Propelling selfhood upward,

Destroys collaborative Synergy. And interference causes failure. After all, Man-made towers were only Ever meant to fall.

https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/reception.m4a

-st

Every Stem Is

an aerial, antennae whose signal carries an image and a sound of growth and bloom.

Leaves are directors, flagellum, reach out, test the air and vibrations.

Listen can your hear the messages, or is it distorted,

image overlaid on image, sound overlaid on sound?

It processes fake news, phishing and cyber attacks. discerns real from false. scents and trails.

A filter bubble, an information sceptic decides what diminishes it, what makes it grow.

what makes it turn towards warmth, towards brightness.

More than a conduit.

-Paul Brookes

effluorescence

concrete flowerbed: aluminium amaranths dream of fecund earth

-Rich Follett

These gray structures loom Like a dead alloy forest A mill’s epitaph

-Carrie Ann Golden

The Arrival (EEN)

Blue eclipse sudden shudder silver vibrations strange sensations mauve hues silent screams shattered dreams rainbow screams black void bleak skies pink cries identity hides no way out seek beware who goes there wait stop where no here why there marble hush turquoise crush hide smile cry illusion confusion static wailing connections failing conscience melting blood moon a light alight powder dawn seek destroy rebuild regenerate no rescue failed sight emerald night pyramid flight incoming yellow tongue purple feast horrible sightings a drone atone leave us alone lavender glass chards charge cut chaos comet rush – Reverse

https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/the-arrival-een-mp3.mp3

The Arrival (TWEE)

Falling earth new birth cosmic boom blast break away descend evacuate take position brace brave pathetic beast eject object reject investigate attack no way back hold blinding strobe light up get up move no room fire storm go swerve dive testing resting make haste chase erase record a face strange days delete reboot reverse rethink incoming homecoming survive surrender sharp solar bursts the thirst implosion ration succession orchestration new nation sinking earth toxic rebirth black hole tar soul screeching silence severed signals strange sour suns

https://thewombwellrainbow.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/the-arrival-twee-mp3.mp3

-Don Beukes

Bios and Links

-Alex Mazey

(b.1991) received his MA (distinction) from Keele University in 2017. He later won The Roy Fisher Prize for Poetry with his debut pamphlet, ‘Bread and Salt’ (Flarestack, TBA). He was also the recipient of a Creative Future Writers’ Award in 2019. His poetry has featured regularly in anthologies and literary press magazines, most notably in The London Magazine. His collection of essays, ‘Living in Disneyland’, will be available from Broken Sleep Books in October 2020. Alex spent 2018 as a resident of The People’s Republic of China, where he taught the English Language in a school run by the Ministry of Education. His writing has been described as ‘wry and knowing,’ with ‘an edge that tears rather than cuts or deals blows.’

Twitter: @AlexzanderMazey

Instagram: alexmazey

Here is my interview of Alex:

https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2018/12/18/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-alex-mazey/

-Rich Follett

is a High School English and Creative Writing teacher who has been writing poems and songs for more than forty years. His poems have been featured in numerous online and print journals, including BlazeVox, The Montucky Review, Paraphilia, Leaf Garden Press and the late Felino Soriano’s CounterExample Poetics, for which he was a featured artist. Three volumes of poetry, Responsorials (with Constance Stadler), Silence, Inhabited, and Human &c. are available through NeoPoiesis Press (www.neopoiesispress.com.)

As a singer-songwriter, Rich has released five albums of independent contemporary folk music. His latest. Somewhere in the Stars, is available at http://www.richfollett.com. He lives with his wife Mary Ruth Alred Follett in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, where he also pursues his interests as a professional actor, playwright, and director.

-Ankh Spice

is a sea-obsessed poet from Aotearoa (NZ). His poetry has appeared in a wide range of international publications and has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He truly believes that words have the power to change the place we’re in, and you’ll find him doing his best to prove it on

Twitter: @SeaGoatScreams or on Facebook: @AnkhSpiceSeaGoatScreamsPoetry

-Carrie Ann Golden

is a deafblind writer from the mystical Adirondack Mountains now living on a farmstead in northeastern North Dakota. She writes dark fiction and poetry. Her work has been published in places like Piker Press, Edify Fiction, Doll Hospital Journal, The Hungry Chimera, GFT Press, Asylum Ink, and Visual Verse.

-sonja benskin mesher

born , Bournemouth.

now

lives and works in North Wales as an independent artist

‘i am a multidisciplinary artist, crafting paint, charcoal, words and whatever comes to hand, to explain ideas and issues

words have not come easily. I draw on experience, remember and write. speak of a small life’.

Elected as a member of the Royal Cambrian Academy and the United Artists Society The work has been in solo exhibitions through Wales and England, and in selected and solo worldwide. Much of the work is now in both private, and public collections, and has been featured in several television documentaries, radio programmes and magazines.

Here is my interview of sonja benskin mesher:

https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2018/10/16/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-sonja-benskin-mesher/

-Samantha Terrell

is an American poet whose work emphasizes emotional integrity and social justice. She is the author of several eBooks including, Learning from Pompeii, Coffee for Neanderthals, Disgracing Lady Justice and others, available on smashwords.com and its affiliates.Chapbook: Ebola (West Chester University Poetry Center, 2014)

Website: poetrybysamantha.weebly.com Twitter: @honestypoetry

Here is my 2020 interview of her:

https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2020/04/08/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-samantha-terrell/

-Don Beukes

is a South African and British writer. He is the author of ‘The Salamander Chronicles’ (CTU) and ‘Icarus Rising-Volume 1’ (ABP), an ekphrastic collection. He taught English and Geography in both South Africa and the UK. His poetry has been anthologized in numerous collections and translated into Afrikaans, Persian, French and Albanian. He was nominated by Roxana Nastase, editor of Scarlet Leaf Review for the ‘Best of the Net’ in 2017 as well as the Pushcart Poetry Prize (USA) in 2016. He was published in his first SA Anthology ‘In Pursuit of Poetic Perfection’ in 2018 (Libbo Publishers) and his second ‘Cape Sounds’ in 2019 (Gavin Joachims Publishing). He is also an amateur photographer and his debut Photographic publication appeared in Spirit Fire Review in June 2019. His new book, ‘Sic Transit Gloria Mundi’/Thus Passes the Glory of this World’ is due to be published by Concrete Mist Press.

Here is my interview of Don Beukes:

https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/11/02/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-don-beukes/

-Dai Fry

is an old new poet. He worked in social care but now has no day job. A keen photographer and eater of literature and lurid covers. Fascinated by nature, physics, pagans, sea and storm. His poetry seeks to capture image and tell philosophical tales. Published in Black Bough Poetry, Re-Side, The Hellebore Press and the Pangolin Review. He can be seen reading on #InternationalPoetryCircle and regularly appears on #TopTweetTuesday. Twitter. @thnargg Web seekingthedarklight.co.uk

Audio/Visual. @IntPoetryCircle #InternationalPoetryCircle Twitter #TopTweetTuesday

-Paul Brookes

is a shop asst. Lives in a cat house full of teddy bears. His chapbooks include The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018), Please Take Change (Cyberwit.net, 2018), Stubborn Sod, with Marcel Herms (artist) (Alien Buddha Press, 2019), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). Forthcoming Khoshhali with Hiva Moazed (artist), Our Ghost’s Holiday (Final book of threesome “A Pagan’s Year”) . He is a contributing writer of Literati Magazine and Editor of Wombwell Rainbow Interviews.

-Mary Frances

is an artist and writer based in the UK. She takes a few photos every day, for inspiration and to use in her work. The images for this project were all taken in the last two years on walks during in the month of May. Her words and images have been published by Penteract Press, Metambesen, Ice Floe Press, Burning House Press, Inside the Outside, Luvina Rivista Literaria, and Lone Women in Flashes of Wilderness. Twitter: @maryfrancesness

-James Knight

is an experimental poet and digital artist. His books include Void Voices (Hesterglock Press) and Self Portrait by Night (Sampson Low). His visual poems have been published in several places, including the Penteract Press anthology Reflections and Temporary Spaces (Pamenar Press). Chimera, a book of visual poems, is due from Penteract Press in July 2020.

Website: thebirdking.com.

Twitter: @badbadpoet

Here is my interview of James Knight:

https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/01/06/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-james-knight/

-Sue Harpham

is an admin worker, currently not in work Married, 2 sons. Loves poetry and words. She considers herself a writer of scribble rather than a poet. She has written a novel and is using her spare time to finally get it published (self-publishing) which has been an ambition of her for the last 10 years.

Welcome to a special ekphrastic challenge for May. Artworks from Mary Frances, James Knight and Sue Harpham will be the inspiration for writers, Alex Mazey, Ankh Spice, Samantha Terrell, Dai Fry, Carrie Ann Golden, sonja benskin mesher, Rich Follett, Don Beukes and myself. May 5th. * My goal in life is the destruction of 5G masts. I cut my sandwich into triangles as a lower-middle class pretension.

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lighthouseroleplay · 5 years

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ISABELLE ‘IZ’ PARK

( 21 , cis woman , she/her )

♪♫ currently listening ⧸⧸ stupid girl by garage

the bitterness of black tea, worn-in leather boots that stomp on the floor, killing every plant she owns but buying more just to try again. old t-shirts, the crunch of a popsicle on a warm day, neat, handwritten notes. the rattle of a windowpane as rain pours from dark clouds, a silver necklace with matching bracelet. evenings spent buried in history documentaries, stubborn frowns, flickering neon.

• moon started off as a lab partner your junior year; never much of a thought in your mind unless you were working on anatomy homework. you don’t mean to stumble upon your mother’s past, the future your father took on while forgetting all about you. he’s happy with his real family, his seemingly perfect daughter that you somehow happened to be paired up with in class. you can’t help but turn a cold shoulder to the girl you’ve paid only a little attention to for most of your life. as much as you want to let go of the bitterness, it hurts to think that she’s the one your father chose to care for.

• ackerman has been your closest friend for as long as you can remember. of course you heard the whispers about her family, the rumors about her that swirled through your small town, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. she’s been by your side through everything, from first crushes to revelations about your family you never really expected. she softens your rough edges, brings caution when you’d rather throw it to the wind. even with her miles and miles away, she is a constant comforting presence in your life.

taken by v/sloth ⧸⧸ tiana tolstoi

tw: depression, cancer mention, attempted suicide

Y’know, you came out swinging, her mom said quietly, holding in a laugh. She dabbed a cotton swab soaked with iodine onto her daughter’s scraped knee and smiled at some far-off thought. Grandma had been the stern one. She’d seen the teacher’s note about “behavioral misconduct” and her wrinkled, fleshy face had gone hard. You’re too old for this, Isabelle Park. Brawling on the playground like I didn’t raise you better. Izzie had felt her eyes burning, but she’d been unable to find the words to explain what had happened: how some boys from her class had circled her like a pack of dogs and jeered, Where’s your dad? Where’s your dad? until she had felt that terrible shame bringing heat to her face, blood rushing behind her eyes, turning her sight dark. She had decked the biggest of them with a closed fist and left him crying in the dirt. Now, her mother applied the bandaids and smoothed the flyways at her temple. She kissed the cheek where tears were still drying. You weren’t a screamer, but I remember those tiny, tiny fists, swinging at anyone in reach. Izzie could see the memory that wasn’t even her’s: the tiny infant lifted up against the bright lights of the delivery room, batting the air as if to clear everyone away— the doctors, the nurses, even her own exhausted mother, watching in awe.

She isn’t sure when she realized that her mom wasn’t like other moms. She knew, as early as childhood awareness would allow, that her family wasn’t like other families. There was an absence in photographs and on parent signature forms where a father should have been, but that didn’t bother her; it wasn’t an ache she would feel until much later. Instead, Izzie grew up knowing mostly warmth and happiness in that run-down Victorian where the shingles slid off the roof every rainy season, and the gutters were constantly clogged with putrified leaves. She lived with her mother and her grandmother and the old, bristly fox terrier that her grandfather— long-dead before she was born— had left behind. Her grandmother was a fearsome pillar of a woman: stocky and broad-shouldered, her dark hair shot through with streaks of iron and pleated down her back. Nothing feeble about her; she seemed to grow more solid with each passing year, like an ancient oak. Often, she took Isabelle by the chin and turned her this way and that, saying, God broke the mold with you. But Izzie secretly liked to think God had re-used one of his favorite molds, the same one that he’d made her grandmother with. There was no one in the world she more reverently admired, no one she more fiercely wanted to become.

It was her mother who was the anomaly. She was different in a way that defied easy explanation; for many years, Grandma would not answer questions whenever Izzie ventured to ask them, instead ordering her to peel some more carrots in that clipped tone of voice that left no room for argument. But Izzie was an astute child. Nothing escaped her notice. She saw that her mother had a tendency to feel things in extremes; a soapy glass would slip from her grasp and pop into shards, and Izzie would watch her mother’s face crumple like cardboard left out in the rain, as if she’d just broken something irreplaceable. There were weeks of vegetative sadness, and dinners that Izzie and her grandmother ate alone because her mother refused to leave the darkened bedroom. Other times, she became sensitive and wild, highly reactive to the world around her. She’d throw fits at the blinking cashier who’d given her the wrong change, and snap unkindly at her daughter or her mother over minor grievances, making mountains out of molehills. Some days, though, she was transformed. The heavy clouds would shift; a burst of sunlight would bathe them all in warmth. Her mother would float into the kitchen and dole out kisses on the cheek, her face radiant with a pure, concentrated happiness— those were the times Izzie loved her the most. She loved her mother so hard in those episodes that later, she’d look back on them with a certain guilt, recognizing them for the mania that they were: her mom taking her out of school early, face flushed as if she’d been infused with someone else’s blood, taking her to the park to feed the ducks or to the aquarium three towns away. Always, she promised better adventures. Vacations to the redwood forests of California. Trips to see the mirrored skyscrapers of New York.

All throughout her childhood, Izzie was merely a spectator to the unpredictable moods her mother cycled through. She never paid much attention to how her grandmother handled them, the way she’d take her grown daughter into her arms like a child and coax her back from the brink with soft words meant only for her. Her grandmother was a good caretaker. She was the mast they could all lash themselves to in a storm. Because of her, they weathered each gale and came out on the other side, shuddering, shivering, but still whole. Izzie, meanwhile, had sprung up two inches above her classmates and stopped dealing black eyes to anyone who incurred her wrath. Instead, her anger had refined itself into a sharpened point; there was a condensed, dark kernel in the very center of her, and from it she began to cast a sort of furious solitude around herself, a shield that very few could penetrate. By late middle school, she wore only black. She found a pair of men’s Doc Martens at the thrift store and was thrilled by their thick-soled meanness, even if she had to double up her socks to compensate for the size. And she no longer went by Isabelle, or Izzie— it was Iz now, her elegant name shorn to a single brute syllable. It suited her. With that keen elfin face always watchful beneath eyebrows thin and arced like scythes, you could tell that she was a sharp one. She had edges to watch out for.

You might have an artist’s temperament, her grandmother noted one day, raising her eyebrows at the smudged ink sketches that Iz had scattered throughout her math notebook, which had been sent home with another exasperated note from her teacher. But not the talent. Her grandmother’s truths never concerned themselves with what they happened to destroy. Still, she was right; Iz was not an artist. She’d quit piano after a month, too impatient with her clumsy fingers, and her drawings, though painstakingly done, were flat and lifeless on the page. But while she didn’t have the ability to make art, Iz felt that she could still appreciate it. That had to count for something— she was desperate to distinguish herself from the small-town folk of Tennebrin Port in some way, convinced that their dull inner lives were nothing like her own bone-deep hunger for more. Movies in particular captivated her. When she had money, she spent it on DVD rentals or movie tickets. When she didn’t have money, she pestered the concession boys until one of them let her sneak in through the theater’s back door. Then she would creep from one back row to the next, watching movie after movie until all the enormous screens flickered to black, and only stopped doing this once the manager threatened to ban her. She consumed books and articles and Wikipedia pages with a voracious appetite, determined to know every little fact, to understand every intricacy of the film-making process. She began to worship her favorite directors; the walls of her bedroom became plastered with posters for Carpenter and Kubrick, Wong Kar-Wai, Fincher, Kurosawa. Once she started taking French classes in high school, she framed the poster for Jean Luc Godard’s Breathless above her bed.

When she thinks back on that summer, the summer that ushered in the worst year of her life, she remembers only pale, bled skies and unbroken heat, black flies stewing in the air, the briney smell of the ocean stinging her nostrils more sharply than ever before. Memories can change depending on what meaning we assign to them; even before Andrea Clare drowned, Iz remembers how that summer felt wrong, like a stagnant pool of water brewing disease. She had never known the girl that well— besides Angela, her friendships were limited to those she exchanged a few words with at lunch or in study hall, or those she negotiated with during the terse diplomacy of group projects. Iz would not disrespect a dead girl by pretending they’d ever been friends. But the looping footage of her death— and all the sound and sensation she came to associate with it— shifted something inside of her. She’d come to think of herself as an impenetrable fortress; she’d felt protected by the aloofness that kept her apart from the world. But as the days of July and August crawled by, with Tennebrin Port stunned into a stupor of grief, she was beginning to understand what death was and what it did. All of them on the shore shared in this terrible knowledge together; she wondered often about the others and how they were able to find space for it inside themselves, but never did she have the nerve to ask.

If Andrea’s death didn’t feel like an omen at the time, it certainly became one in retrospect. Her grandmother coughed blood into the sink one morning, as the leaves outside the window rustled in shades of copper and gold. Then came the quick raging of her cancer, an illness like a wild animal tearing through her body, and then she was gone, leaving only Iz and her mother behind in the old house, listening to the wind moan despondently through the attic. Iz took the death hard. She sank so deeply into herself that she emitted no light, becoming a hermit within her own body. Her grief made her turn teeth on well-meaning neighbors and teachers and classmates. She told Angela to fuck off so many times that the poor girl— her only real friend, the only one who understood the totality of her loss— finally did, and Iz wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself after that. Through that long, brutal winter, she’d come home from school and find her mother in bed as she’d been for weeks, her face swollen with tears, the ashtray by her bedside overrun with ashes, the acrid scent of pot smoke in the air. Iz would linger in the doorway and watch the blue light of the TV bouncing off her mother’s vacant gaze; then she’d close the door, and feel the gulf between them widening each time she crept upstairs, ashamed, in the dark. There was no way across it. Without her grandmother, the remaining Park women were as separate as two ice floes on the black Arctic sea. Each was now alone in a way that was permanent.

In the blue-and-red strobe of the ambulance, Iz wore a mask of calm just as her grandmother had, so many times before, and spent a week with her mother in the hospital watching monitors zig-zag like seismographs measuring aftershocks. Then she brought her back to the drafty, creaking Victorian under strict orders to never leave her unsupervised. Difficult to do, considering she was still in high school. Neighbors stepped in to help when she finally broke down enough to ask. Friends squirreled her study notes and cheatsheets for all the classes she missed, but still her grades— never better than average— began a slow descent towards rock-bottom. Her dreams of college felt laughable now; all the possible outcomes, all the imagined opportunities, all of them dwindled to nothing. She saw a long, dark patch of life waiting for her like a mile of black ice up ahead. This would be it: she’d be her mother’s sole caretaker, managing medications and hiding the alcohol, forcing her outside for some fresh air, cooking meals that she wouldn’t eat, steadily accumulating resentments like tallymarks on a prison wall. On and on, ad infinitum, until maybe she too succumbed to whatever sleeping gene had made her mother this way. Then they’d both be rattling around this old house, as crazy as two cuckoos. The future was almost as comical as it was bleak.

Somewhere around this time, her partnership with Moon began. The girl was a perfect example of how kind life could be to those protected from its worst blows: she was pretty and popular, never at a shortage of friends, never at a shortage of admirers. Things seemed to come easily to her as a virtue of her privilege. Once, this might’ve prompted nothing more than an eye-roll from Iz— and maybe some snide comments to Angela about the bourgeoisie— but now, Moon’s easy, effortless existence confronted her on a daily basis with just how shitty her own circumstances had become. The contrast was as plain as night and day when they sat next to each other in class: Moon lovely and immaculate in her expensive sweater sets and designer-brand jeans, Iz pale and fatigued in her ratty Goodwill finds which only came in mismatched shades of black, her stomach curdling with a childish bitterness that couldn’t be helped. But it turned out that Moon was also unexpectedly kind; whenever Iz didn’t show up for class, or didn’t have the energy to complete her portion of a lab report, Moon would cover without needing to be asked. It was this— the sparing of her sensitive pride— that she was most grateful for. As winter thawed into a more merciful spring, a tentative friendship took root, and began to grow.

They’d met at the Has Bean to cram for finals, and ended up lingering long after their study group disbanded, notes pushed to the side and dregs of coffee growing cold. Once the sole barista began sweeping the floors and shooting them looks of increasing urgency, Iz offered Moon a ride home in her rust-flecked Pontiac; the girl declined, saying that her father was already on his way. They waited outside. April was raw this year, blustery and cold. The wind rattled all the empty branches on this quiet street. Mr. Moon pulled up in his sleek car and rolled down the passenger side window to call to his daughter; when he put his eyes on Iz, she felt their weight and raised her own. The gaze she met was unsettlingly dark, just like hers. He stared. She stared back. They looked at each other like two startled animals caught under the same porchlight. She saw the pointed features and almond eyes, the parts of her which had never belonged to her mother’s side of the family, the strange, subdued fear waking in Mr. Moon’s expression. Instantly, she felt sick. She turned away, leaving Moon to blink after her in confusion, and walked quickly down the street with her head ducked and her hands balled into fists in her pockets. Then she sat in her car without moving until dusk became dark. Her knuckles were blanched on the wheel; each successive shudder made her feel like she might shake apart. She knew, she knew. She knew whose face she’d just seen.

It would be another month before she approached him. She couldn’t ask her mother for fear of the domino effect that it might trigger, but the certainty she felt after that first encounter didn’t need confirmation. Mr. Moon, for his part, agreed willingly to meet with her and didn’t ask why. They sat across from each other in the vinyl booths of some roadside diner, a safe distance away from town, and he ordered a plate of fries she didn’t touch, a soda that went watery with the ice that melted in it. Coolly, she sipped a glass of tap and watched the emotions darting openly across his face; the worry, anxiety, fear, shame, guilt. He didn’t want her to tell Moon, of course. He was a reputable man in Tenebrin, and he had a family to protect. Hearing the word family, Iz felt the surge of sour, tainted groundwater welling up inside of her, bringing all her toxins to the surface. The spite in her voice could’ve killed any growing thing. I don’t give a shit about your family. The immensity of her rage shocked her; she’d sustained all this anger towards a man she’d never even met. It had existed deep inside of her all these years, enduring, building layer upon layer in a process so slow that she had never noticed the added weight— until now. This was the heavy, compressed anger underlying everything else; she’d reserved especially for her father, and she wanted him to feel its impact like a blow from her own fist. I’m not going to say anything, and not because I don’t think you deserve to have your life ruined, because you do. It’s because I want nothing to do with you or your shitty family. And because my mother doesn’t need more shit being talked about her in town. Mr. Moon cleared his throat. They lapsed into silence as a waitress cleared their cold food, after which Iz wasted no time in getting to real reason she’d arranged this meeting: holding him accountable for what he’d done— or rather, failed to do.

This was the plan that would take her where she needed to go: she would go to a liberal arts college, one with a decent film program, somewhere inland where she wouldn’t constantly smell salt on the air or hear the distant, dull roar of the waves to remind her of this place. Tennebrin had become unbearable after all that had happened here; she wanted to rip herself out of the ground like a plant, roots snapping. The school would still be within state, close enough to home to prevent the guilt of abandoning her mother— she’d come back for breaks and vacations, and in the meantime, he would pay for a live-in nurse and whatever other types of care her mother might need. And though she wasn’t asking him to put her through college, a stipend towards tuition seemed appropriate, didn’t it? She laid out her demands with flinty eyes, making it clear what the repercussions would be if he didn’t comply. Iz had intended for this to be a scene of blackmail straight out of a Scorsese flick; in the month leading up to this moment, she had indulged vicious daydreams of how it would play out, how he’d stammer through apologies only for her to cut him off mid-sentence, denying him any forgiveness, any absolution of guilt. But life lacked the satisfaction of movies. With his quiet, calm manner, Mr. Moon only nodded as he watched cars leaving the darkened parking lot, throwing their headlights against the window. When he looked at her again, near the end, there was something in his tired face that his eyes were fighting to explain. I just need you to know, I tried. I would have tried for longer. But your grandmother… He stopped because of whatever change had come over her expression. Iz let him continue speaking, trying to keep down the thing that was rising swiftly in her stomach, displacing her heart into her throat. What should have come as a surprise to her, didn’t— it made sense, the role that her grandmother had played in his departure. The woman had always had a way of seeing straight into the marrow of people; if she’d sensed weakness in this man, so handsome and well-groomed in his dark business suit, then she must have been right to make the choice she did. As Mr. Moon told the story, Iz heard the explanation in her grandmother’s hoarse voice: he didn’t have the stomach for it. So she had forced him out, in the best interest of her daughter and then unborn granddaughter. She had released him. And the people of Tenebrin Port, with their eyes averted, had let a veil fall over this event, this shattering of what could’ve been a family, and the town had moved on in the way that small towns do, carefully preserving the secrets of those living inside it.

The day of Andrea’s death is imprinted in her memory for reasons she understands, and some that she doesn’t, but Iz forced that entire chapter of her life closed when she graduated from Cecil Morgan and moved away from Tenebrin Port. Four years at Whitman College afforded her the distance to blunt that memory and so many others; she retained her acerbic wit, her dark sense of humor, her sometimes turbulent moods, but her sharp edges became sanded down and she discovered that being around people was not such a terrible thing after all, which in turn made her a much more tolerable presence. She excelled in her film classes and did passably in others, still very much governed by her own interests. She partied, experimented with boys and girls alike, left dents in a couple hearts, collected a few scratches on the hard exterior of her own. College gave her exactly what she’d always been after. Freedom. It was a sensation that outweighed any sense of guilt towards her mother, but even her mother seemed better in these last few years, cooking all the meals whenever Iz came home for holidays, her nurse more like a companion, her smiles genuine as she listened to the sanitized stories Iz told of friends and eccentric professors and annoying roommates. All in all, Isabelle Park was doing just fine when the dreams started. Their onset didn’t seem to coincide with any anniversary she could pinpoint— not Andrea’s death, nor her grandmother’s. At first they were murky and shapeless, hybrids of imagination and memory that didn’t leave much of themselves behind, but slowly, they gained definition. There was the beach, the pale rind of sand and the dark, glossy ocean. There was Alderman’s Point where the old lighthouse stood, looming and sinister. In the dream just as in the memory, lightening ripped open the sky; in its sudden ghostlight, there was Andrea Clare, resurrected without logic or warning. Bobbing in the surf, her mouth open in a scream that the gulls echoed as they wheeled around her, the waves lapping over her, choking her, then erasing her entirely. Each dream replayed her death with startling clarity. After the first couple of doozies, Iz started to borrow her roommate’s prescription Ambien. That did the trick nicely— she coasted all the way through finals on heavy, dreamless sleep, and began to believe that the night terrors would simply resolve themselves like the strange fluke they were, weaning herself off the pills once it seemed like enough time had passed. But a few days before she was set to come home for the summer— newly graduated, completely unemployed, and staring down the barrel of her future— she had the worst dream to date. Everything was the same, except for Andrea’s scream; this time it was her own mother’s voice that was screaming, and she was screaming her daughter’s name, over and over, begging for help.

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History is everywhere in Virginia.

Four of the first five presidents were born in the state, giving it a head start on the record of eight, the most of any state. Two of its top tourist attractions — Mount Vernon and Monticello — are homes of presidents. Virginia also claims the most Civil War battlefields of any state and the places where both the Revolution and the Civil War ended.

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1. Colonial Williamsburg

Few places can recreate a setting for the period of the American Revolution as well as Williamsburg, where the original 18th-century buildings are either still standing or have been faithfully reproduced on their original foundations.

Here, you can stand where Patrick Henry gave his stirring speech, walk the same streets as Thomas Jefferson, and savor a meal where George Washington enjoyed seafood dinners.

Williamsburg was the capital of Virginia from 1705 and throughout the Revolution, and the final battle of the war was fought nearby, so it was a hotbed of the independence movement, along with being one of the most prosperous and politically active colonial capitals.

Costumed interpreters help show what life was like for the gentry, the farmers, and the slaves that lived and worked here, and frequent re-enactments add color and action that makes Williamsburg a fun place to visit for all ages.

In addition, you can visit two outstanding museums of folk and decorative arts and dozens of authentically recreated colonial gardens.

2. Virginia Beach

Named the golden sand stretching from the east of Norfolk, Virginia Beach is a very popular resort town and is often crowded with hotels, amusement parks, and long walkways.

If the Atlantic Ocean is not warm enough for the children, take them to the 19-acre Ocean Breeze Water Park, with Caribbean-themed waterslides, a wave pool, and a water playground.

The Virginia Aquarium and Marine Science Museum explore the climate, seafloor, and fauna of the coast, with an 800,000-gallon aquarium, hands-on exhibits, and a touch tank. Outdoors is an aviary, nature trail, marshlands to explore, and an adventure park.

More than 9,000 acres of coastline has been protected in the Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, where you'll find walking and hiking trails and picnic facilities at the visitor center. This is a favorite spot for birders, as more than 10,000 birds visit annually, including snow geese, falcons, ducks, and piping plovers.

The Atlantic Wildfowl Heritage Museum displays historical and contemporary waterfowl decoys. To visit the Old Cape Henry Lighthouse in 1791, open the Chesapeake Bay area for safe movement, and the nearby New Lighthouse was built in 1881, you will need to pass through security at Military Base the Fort Story.

Between Virginia Beach and Norfolk is the entrance to the 20-mile-long engineering marvel Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, which spans the entrance to the Chesapeake Bay, connecting the mainland to Virginia's Eastern Shore.

3. Shenandoah National Park and Skyline Drive

In central Virginia, Shenandoah National Park protects parts of the Blue Ridge Mountains, with a height of 2,000 to 4,000 feet.

Along their peaks and running the length of the park is Skyline Drive, the northern continuation of Blue Ridge Parkway, with stops to enjoy the scenery and attractions, including summer's accommodation. President Hoover and the Old Cave Cemetery under Dark Hollow Falls.

The beautiful hiking trails are some of the park's main attractions in the park. Flowering trees and shrubs are at their finest in spring and summer, but the park is best known for its autumn colors in October.

Only a short drive west from the Skyline Drive on US 211 is Luray Caverns containing magnificent formations of stalactites and stalagmites. One of the cave's highlights is the world's only stalactite organ, where the stalactites resonate when struck with rubber mallets.

4. Arlington National Cemetery

Spread across 600 acres overlooking Washington, D.C., Arlington National Cemetery is where some of the most famous people in the United States are buried. The most visited are the grave of President John F. Kennedy and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

Kennedy's grave is marked by a slate headstone covered with Cape Cod fieldstone and contains inscriptions of his 1960 inaugural address carved in marble, as well as an eternal flame.

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is carved of white marble and watched over by an honor guard 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. It contains the remains of soldiers from both World Wars, the Korean Conflict, and the Vietnam War.

The third site tourists look for is the famous Iwo Jima Memorial, the Marine Corps War Memorial depicting the Joseph Rosenthal photo of five Marines and one sailor raising the flag on Mount Suribachi.

Other notable monuments include the Seabees Memorial, sculpted by former Seabee Felix de Weldon who also created the Iwo Jima Memorial, and the Women in Military Service for America Memorial, a tribute to all women in the US military.

Arlington House was built in the early 1800s by George Washington Parke Custis as a tribute to his step-grandfather, George Washington. However, the house is most famous for being the residence of Robert E. Lee and his wife for 30 years until they abandoned it during the Civil War.

Lee was a commander of the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia during the American Civil War. The house has been restored and now serves as a memorial to him. Near the mansion is the tomb of Pierre Bennfant, who designed the city of Washington, D.C.

His original city plan was etched into stone, and his burial place commanded a beautiful view of the city he intended. The mast of the Battleship Maine is incorporated into a memorial to the casualties of the ship that sunk in Havana Harbor in 1898, leading to the Spanish-American war.

Place: 3200 Mount Vernon Memorial Highway, Mount Vernon, Virginia

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5. Mount Vernon

George Washington's home from 1754 until his death 45 years later, Mount Vernon was a work in progress under Washington's close supervision, even while he was leading the Continental Army during the Revolution.

The architectural design, construction, and even interior décor in each renovation and addition received his personal attention, resulting in the gracious 21-room plantation house you see today.

You may be surprised at the vivid paint and wallpaper colors throughout the house, but these shades were popular in the late 18th century — the bright green walls in the "New Room" were Washington's favorite.

Unlike many historic homes, Mount Vernon is filled with personal reminders of George and Martha Washington: family portraits, crests, and the couple's belongings.

The grounds and gardens overlooking views of the Potomac River were a great pride of the first president, and again he took a personal part in their planning and care. He chose a less formal and more natural plan than his predecessors, reshaping the lawns and paths and planting native species of trees and shrubs.

The outbuildings have been preserved or reconstructed, and you'll often see the many skills used on the plantation demonstrated: blacksmithing, plowing, sheep shearing, weaving, even grinding grain at the water-powered gristmill.

Location: 3200 Mount Vernon Memorial Hwy, Mount Vernon, Virginia

Official site: www.mountvernon.org

6. Monticello and Charlottesville

One of the finest country houses in the United States and one of the most visited presidential homes, Thomas Jefferson's Monticello is a Palladian-style mansion he designed himself, inspired by a villa outside Vicenza, Italy.

He continued altering and improving it over a period of forty years, from 1768 to 1809. Throughout the house, you will see some Jefferson inventions, showing another aspect of the talent of the versatile man.

To the rear of the house are the extensive historic gardens, also designed by Jefferson, and below is the family cemetery with an obelisk marking Jefferson's grave. An interesting outdoor exhibit, Landscape of Slavery: Mulberry Row at Monticello, sheds light on the lives of the people who worked and lived on the 5,000-acre plantation.

The Monticello Visitors Center has more than 400 items on display, an introductory film, and hands-on activities for children.

Jefferson founded the University of Virginia in 1819 and also designed its red-brick buildings. Be sure to see the outstanding Rotunda; fans of Edgar Allan Poe can see his room in the West Building.

The university's Art Museum has a permanent collection of American, European, and Asian art. Not far from Monticello is Ash Lawn-Highland, the country house of President James Monroe, with beautiful period gardens. At Michie Tavern, built during Jefferson's time, you can dine in 18th-century surroundings.

Address: Thomas Jefferson Parkway, Charlottesville, Virginia

Official site: www.monticello.org

7. Jamestown and Yorktown

Colonial National Historic Park encompasses both Jamestown and Yorktown, where the Revolution ended. Jamestown is the oldest British settlement in North America, founded in 1607 by Captain John Smith.

Only the foundations of the 1639 church tower, the churchyard, and the outlines of a few other buildings remain of the original settlement, but you'll find a re-creation of a Powhatan village based on contemporary drawings and archaeological finds, and replicas of the three ships that brought the settlers from England: Susan Constant, Godspeed, and Discovery.

Jamestown Settlement was built in 1957 to commemorate the 350th anniversary of Jamestown's founding. A museum and exhibition galleries focus on England's colonization in the New World, the history and culture of the Powhatans, and Jamestown's first 100 years.

The statue of Pocahontas by William Ordway Partridge was erected in 1922 in memory of her role in smoothing relations between the Native Americans and the settlers. The statue of John Smith by William Couper was erected in 1909.

Triangular James Fort is a re-creation of the one constructed by the colonists, with thatch-roofed structures representing Jamestown's earliest buildings. Although none of the original buildings are still standing, the foundations are still in place, and you can see them on a half-mile walk through New Towne, part of Colonial National Historical Park.

It was at Yorktown Battlefield that the English Army under Lord Cornwallis surrendered to the combined American and French Armies, paving the way for American Independence. The events on the battlefield are well documented and easy to understand from the interpretive displays and dioramas.

Park Ranges also guide frequent tours, and you can see the early 18th-century Moore House where Cornwallis surrendered. Nelson House, which has a cannonball lodged in the wall near the upper window, is well-restored and an excellent example of Georgian architecture.

Grace Episcopal Church has been standing since 1697 despite the ravages of war during the sieges of Yorktown in 1781 and 1862 and despite the fire of 1814. A silver procession dating from 1649 is still in use.

Address: Colonial National Historical Park, Yorktown, Virginia

8. Luray Caverns

Luray Caverns contain breathtaking examples of calcite formations within an extensive underground system that sometimes feels more like an alien landscape than a terrestrial natural landmark.

Visitors can walk through the caves and admire these limestone crystals, which have, over the centuries, formed an impressive landscape.

Among the highlights are Titania's Veil; the giant Double Column; interior lakes, which magnify the scene; and a one-of-a-kind musical instrument called the Great Stalacpipe Organ, which creates music using the stalactites themselves.

In addition to the caves, visitors can also enjoy other attractions as part of the admission. The Luray Valley Museum explores the history of the Shenandoah Valley throughout a seven-acre 19th-century village, which is filled with both authentic and reproduction buildings and artifacts.

The Car & Carriage Caravan Museum features historic vehicles, including an 1897 Mercedes Benz, and Toy Town Junction is home to an antique train set and toy collection form the 1940s.

Address: Luray Caverns, 101 Cave Hill Road, Luray, Virginia

9. Chincoteague and Assateague Islands

Assateague is a 38-mile-long barrier island to the east of Chincoteague Island, which it protects from the Atlantic Ocean. The entire island of Assateague, which is partly in Maryland and partly in Virginia, is protected as a wildlife sanctuary.

The southern end of Chincoteague is protected by a National Wildlife Refuge with 14,000 acres of shoreline, fresh and saltwater marshes, wetlands, and forest habitat for more than 320 species of shorebirds and waterfowl.

But the two islands' most famous residents are the wild ponies. Partly because of these ponies and partly because Assateague Island is lined by one of the most beautiful beaches on the entire Atlantic Coast, these islands get about one-and-a-half million visitors each year.

Along with watching the wild ponies, you can swim, walk nature trails, take wildlife tours by boat or bus, watch birds, visit the famous lighthouse, kayak, go fishing, and collect seashells (up to a gallon each day).

10. Natural Bridge of Virginia

Towering more than 215 feet high with a span of 90 feet, the Natural Bridge is one of America's oldest tourist attractions and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. During the 18th and 19th centuries, it was one of the two most popular sights for European visitors, ranking with Niagara Falls.

It was formed by the collapse of a cavern through which the Cedar Creek flowed. The legend that George Washington surveyed the bridge for Lord Fairfax gained credence when a rock with his initials and survey mark was discovered in 1927. Thomas Jefferson owned the land for some time, building a log cabin here as a retreat.

In 2014, Natural Bridge became a state park. Stroll along Cedar Creek Trail from Cascade Falls, under the bridge, and to Lace Falls, visiting an exhibit on the Monacans, the local Native American tribe, and a saltpeter mine used during the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. US Route 11 runs over the top of the bridge.

Nearby is the Natural Bridge Caverns, where you can go 34 floors underground to see the Colossal Dome, Mirror Lake, and stalactites and stalagmites. Natural Bridge Zoo is known for its work in breeding rare and endangered species and for the chance for visitors to interact with some of the animals.

Address: 6477 South Lee Highway, Natural Bridge, Virginia

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