IN THE COMPANY OF MEN, MUSCLE, AND MACHISMO By David Boyle

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IN THE COMPANY OF MEN, MUSCLE, AND MACHISMOBy David Boyle For more than fifteen years I have not given one iota of attention to sports; that is, professional sports. Sorry, gentlemen, treat me like a...

ASSOCIATIVE LEAPING By Lydia A. Cyrus

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ASSOCIATIVE LEAPINGBy Lydia A. Cyrus  1.My mom told me that a red chicken was dying. How? I asked but no one knew how. My brother, the reaper, slid into a pair of black, heavy rubber boots and went...

LOLITA’S GLASSES By Carrie Bailey

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LOLITA’S GLASSESBy Carrie Bailey I’ve read the novel, Lolita at least three full times. The first of which, and I’m no longer afraid to admit this, 30 years after the fact, I could identify with Lolita, not...

THE GOLD CHAIR By Rebecca Johnson

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THE GOLD CHAIRBy Rebecca Johnson  It was The Gold Chair that turned everything upside down. It was not an ornate kind of chair. It was not made for Medieval Kings with real gold, fancy scrolling,...

BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White

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BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White  “Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel. . . . Every book, every volume you seehere, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote...

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE By Jonathan McRay

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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREEBy Jonathan McRay  ABU SHADI SITS in his plastic chair like a king at his castle. But he does not reign over subjects like a monarch. Maybe he is master of his...

HUNGER PANGS IN AN AMERICAN HOME By Danielle Richardson

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HUNGER PANGS IN AN AMERICAN HOMEBy Danielle Richardson I am not a part of his American dream.I watch as my father presses another burger to the grill, the smell of smoke and oil filling up...

THE CUT DOWN By Dalton Bryan Monk

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THE CUT DOWNBy Dalton Bryan Monk Duane Bryan Monk has no idea I’ve written this, and I intend to keep it that way. I wasn’t told that I had to embark on my dad’s tedious vocations,...

TRAINS by Donna Stramella

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TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we drove through the oil-stained Baltimore Harbor...

VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTH By Sarah A. Odishoo

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A VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTHBy Sarah Odishoo It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God but to create him.                                                                                                                 —Arthur C. Clarke In a time of universal deceit, the truth is revolutionary.                                                                             —George...