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This Invisible Beauty

The poems in This Invisible Beauty pay homage to writer Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Rawlings moved to Cross Creek, Florida, in November of 1928. She and her husband bought a farmhouse in the middle of a seventy-four-acre citrus orchard. They planned to simplify their lives, earning an income from the sale of fruit, while Marjorie continued her writing career. She fell in love with the pine scrub landscape and with the "Crackers" who lived in the country. At Cross Creek she found her voice. In a speech she gave at Florida Southern College in 1935, Rawlings said of her new home, "It is the Florida of the hammock, the piney-woods, the great silent scrub. This is the Florida, wild and natural, that I'm calling 'the invisible Florida'. Not because it's remote or inaccessible and can't be seen, because there it is, a physical sight plain to anyone."

In the Time of the Feast of Flowers

Winner of the 2010 Clay Reynolds Novella Prize


Small-town Florida, 1976. Life is squeaky-clean. Nothing ever happens here and if it does, the only response is a polite smile. Seventeen-year-old Abby Newman and her best friend Dana set out to defy the town motto: Hear, Speak, See No Evil. They smoke, drink, push the boundaries of sexual exploration and break into neighborhood houses. When Dana steals an expensive object, their innocent prank turns into a crime. The theft comes to light, along with other secrets, and the strength of their friendship is challenged. In the land explorer Ponce de Leon named Pascua Florida--Feast of Flowers--Abby learns about loyalty, betrayal and the power of forgiveness.


Winner of the 2008 Black River Competition


In these four stories, Tina Egnoski’s characters struggle with sibling rivalry, race, grief, and poverty while remaining decidedly rooted in the Southern landscape, particularly Florida, where the author grew up. The atmosphere tends to be sultry. The terrain is as varied as the breezy coast of the Gulf and the stifling heat of a fruit grove. Smell the stench of a brackish river; feel your pores tighten in the salty air.