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    HURRICANE MOON By Tony Whedon

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    HURRICANE MOONBy Tony Whedon The town where we had rented our cottage that summer when I was thireen, called Port Clyde, sat at the end of a long peninsula...

    LOOKS OF HAPPINESS By Frannie Gilbertson

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    LOOKS OF HAPPINESSBy Frannie Gilbertson Do you ever look at someone and think, “Wow, I am so lucky that I have you”? You catch yourself staring at them, watching...

    CAPTURE HILL No. 49 By Allen Long

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         CAPTURE HILL #49By Allen Long    My brother Danny and I grew up in Arlington, Virginia, in the Sixties and Seventies.  Although this was a period of significant social turmoil because of the civil...

    I HAVE COME HOME By Antonio Wong

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    I HAVE COME HOMEBy Antonio Wong “It is time to wake up. Today is the biggest day and you do not want to miss it,” my grandfather said. As...

    HALF OF SOMETHING By John Ballantine Jr.

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    HALF OF SOMETHINGBy John Ballantine The glass is half full, even though it is emptying fast. Life seeps out of the body as we wake to another day with...

    ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENT By Wally Swist

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    ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENTBy Wally Swist Time presses upon us in innumerable ways.  Proust wrote, “When a man is asleep, he has in a circle...

    ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD By Wally Swist

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    ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLDBy Wally Swist The concept of synchronicity was initially posited by the psychoanalyst C. G. Jung as being an incident in our...

    BABY BROTHER By Kat Kiefer-Newman

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    BABY BROTHERBy Kat Kiefer-Newman I had a brother. But I never had a brother.He died before I was born and if he hadn’t, I might not be here. His burial was...

    DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDS By Desirée Jung

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    DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDSBy Desirée Jung I open the drawer to find part of myself: shoes from another time, green knee-length boots, amidst books. The objects scare me. Remembering petrifies me – the passage of time haunting. I cannot control my feelings. Before any...