BEAT ON: A MEDITATION ON VIOLENCE, TEACHING, & PAPER MAKING, by Nika Cavat

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BEAT ONA Meditation on Violence,Teaching, & Paper MakingBy Nika CavatIn this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they...

COFFEE AND PRAYERS, by Caleb Dros

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COFFEE AND PRAYERSBy Caleb Dros I didn’t know it back then, not until I thought about it, that something as simple as coffee and prayers on those lazy Saturday mornings would end up meaning to...

I AM A HILLWALKER By David McVey

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I AM A HILLWALKERBy David McVey  I climbed my first Munro in 1976 but I didn’t know, then, that it was a Munro.Every year, in September, there used to be a mass sponsored walk from Rowardennan, on...

IN THE INKY WHORL OF NIGHT By Chella Courington

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IN THE INKY WHORL OF NIGHTBy Chella Courington Lying in darkness next to my snoring husband, I begin to feel my breasts—a practice I usually reserve for daylight. But I suffer from travel fatigue after...

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT By Chella Courington

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WHAT DID YOU EXPECTBy Chella Courington The nurse tells me not to move for thirty minutes and slides me into the opening. I lie on a narrow padded bed in a narrow cylinder like a...

MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COP By Joe Albanese

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MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COPBy Joe Albanese Amusement parks are only amusing to its employees in an ironic sense. My summer working there a s security guard in the summer of 2016 could be summed...