Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones.
Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Searching andone book of photography, Through My Eyes. Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth poetry book.
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Edge Of Town
Part One - Shadows I have been sitting on this porch for years. Far enough in the shadows that no one pays attention to me. For decades I have seen so much here. This little community on the edge of town. All over my evening coffee. It seems that folk from other parts have forgotten about this little place. The summer roads never get fixed and the winter roads never get plowed. You hardly ever see the law patrolling out here. Takes forever when they or any other emergency vehicle is called. This place is not really poor. A lot of hard working people here, making ends meet the right way. Some do other things to make money. I see it all night, the comings and goings. Part Two - All Night Drive Thru During the day, the house looks normal, car in the driveway, swing set for the kids in the yard. The picture of everyday life. Personally, I have never seen either adult living there leave each day for work however they never seem to go without. As soon as the sunsets their outside light goes on. People from the neighbourhood start to walk up to their door and then leave once they are greeted. The whole exchange in less than two minutes. The amount of cars during all hours of the night that take their time to visit them from parts of town that are not here. I do not believe they ever sleep. Odd part is they have others standing as a checkpoint so the customers never get lost. They are young and the money is good but sometimes the employees disappear sending parents into a panic. Part Three - The Missing It happens year round around here. For days teens disappear, two or three at a time. Mostly fourteen to sixteen year olds. During this time is one of the few times the police come out here. They take the report, post a message on social media and then we do not see the patrol again until next time. The teens usually come back after two or three days to panic stricken parents who are too teary to ask questions or discipline for the vanishing. We all know where they vanished too. A place to have the latest party favours. Not sure with today's technology ho the kids are able to escape. They must have their phones off. This place does get stressful when the kids are not found especially during the winter. No one wants to visualize where they maybe are. The spring thaw sadly lets us all know. Part Four - The River There is a little river that flows beside our little part of town. In the peace of the middle of the night you can hear the water flow. It is soothing for the soul. Such tranquility takes away the terror caused every spring. The floods from the ice melt always take out a road and a few basements. The real horror is along the banks. The missing reappear. One or two bodies every spring. The screams when they are recognized. Lost is deafening. Once again, the few times a patrol car comes the deaths are ruled as accidents. Poor deceased not taken care of. No answers for anyone such as how did they get there? Part Five - The Drivers The funny part of others looking down at this part of town is that the same folks are always here trying to find something they cannot find anywhere else. Cars that are unrecognizable that come through here so you always know they are strangers. Their vehicles are newer and the drivers are wide-eyed at what they find they first time here. They can quickly get substances by driving up to corner carriers and then the same trip is made repeatedly. We have two pubs and fun and games can be found with friendly folks that they cannot find at home. No questions asked. The drivers could go anywhere. Guess it is easier to come here. Adding to our lawless reputation. Part Six - Skeletons On The Edge OF Town Every person I know has skeletons. You can see it from the lines on their skin and the tired, guilty eyes in their face. The folks here seem to add on each day. The creeping around at night to doing it during the day. No one is hiding anything here anymore. It is the lack of shame that brings people here from all over making the reputation here worse. While some of it is our fault, not all of it is us. While others get to hide their skeletons ours bring people to us. If we do not fix that as it gets worse around here then we will be judged and get ignored when help is needed. That is life out here on the edge of town.