". . . there it was. A boulder as big as a Buick . . . I worked myself up, said
the rock didn't belong in our neck of the woods, that it came from Canada.
I told them to think how it was stuck for maybe a hundred thousand years
inside some glacier before it fell free, only to find itself a thousand miles
from home. 'Maybe we should take it back,' I said."
    Like the Ice-age erratic discovered by this teacher, the characters in
these twelve stories are in the wrong place, either physically or
emotionally. Buried in the wrong grave, born at the wrong time, stuck
working the wrong job, or caught on the wrong side of the state line, these
northern Ohio residents communicate with animals, have sex in
storerooms, believe in the magic of divining rods, see visions through
prison fences, and worry that life's numbers don't add up. Their stories are
the soft drip of icicles, the flap of wings, the thump, thump of hearts, the
sounds we make when trying to find our way home.
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ROGER HART'S work has appeared in such journals as Ambergris, The
Ohio Writer, Other Voices, Willow Springs, and Passages North. He and
his wife, the poet Gwen Hart, are presently students in the MFA program
at Minnesota State University.

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"Erratics is a remarkable gathering together of splendidly written, fully
realized, and elegantly structured stories."—George Garrett