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    THE LANDLADY By Robert Steward

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    THE LANDLADYby Robert Steward   Paris, France 2001“I like your clothes,” I said, before taking a sip of my café au lait.“Thank you, Robert.” My landlady touched her headscarf. “I make them myself.”Her silk floral...

    ABOUT POETRY, ITS THERAPEUTIC EFFECT, IMMORTALITY AND THE SOUL

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    ABOUT POETRY, ITS THERAPEUTIC EFFECT, IMMORTALITY AND THE SOULby Dr. Raymond Fenech Whether messages were conveyed in prose or poetic form, I always knew that there was something special...

    MY BROTHER By Lisa Reily

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    MY BROTHERby Lisa Reily Huge, swollen knees stare us in the face, only partly hidden by a nylon floral hem. We follow the flowers up to a mouth filled...

    WHY THE REVOLUTION OF MODERN LIFE IS INTELLIGENT, MORAL AND BEAUTIFUL By Thomas...

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    WHY THE REVOLUTION OF MODERN LIFE IS INTELLIGENT, MORAL AND BEAUTIFULby Thomas Dexter Kerr It is an exciting and hopeful time to be alive. A revolution is sweeping the...

    CHILDHOOD AS OTHERWORDLY THINGS By Emily Wilford

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    THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSEby Caleb Bouchard   What does one wear to the estate sale and auction of a well-regarded Atlanta attorney turned wife-murderer? This is the question I ask myself at...

    THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE By Caleb Bouchard

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    THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSEby Caleb Bouchard What does one wear to the estate sale and auction of a well-regarded Atlanta attorney turned wife-murderer? This is the question...

    LOUD MUSIC By Leslie Tucker

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    LOUD MUSICby Leslie Tucker   He is mournful and scornful, bellowing about love in vain, alternating a velvet baritone with a nasal whine. Thick, damp hair flops at his shoulders. His ivory-colored sequined jumpsuit,...

    REHABBING RAIN: IN THE SHADE OF THE COTTONWOOD TREE

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    REHABBING RAIN: IN THE SHADE OF THE COTTONWOOD TREEby Brianna Heisey I was born and raised in the desert. Like most desert plants and animals,...

    A HUNDRED PENNIES By Christopher Major

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    A HUNDRED PENNIESby Christopher Major Sundays are usually reserved for cleaning and nothing else. I’d made up in my mind that anything worthwhile happened between Mondays and Saturdays. It...