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VICTORY PARTY by Ted Millar

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I Accept I've been carrying around questions for the treatment facility in...

THE DANCER by Nicole Farmer

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the dancer purple light, red light, strobe light, black light, she walks on stage in tight white turned neon, wipes the pole long and lean with a wash rag, turns to talk to the DJ...

THE BATTLE AT VICTOR’S BARN by Don Sanborn

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                                                     The Battle at Victor's Barn I must've been seven or eight when old Mrs.Twombly's husband  died. She held an open house to sell some of the stuff she no longer wanted. Sort of a...

TRAPPED AND IMAGING (?) A TALKING SEA TURTLE by Janet Mason

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At first, I pretend that I’m not trapped. How could I be? Afterall, I named myself Dick Moby—after that thick book I found floating in the sea which I promptly absorbed into my massive...

CAVORT by Leonardo Chung

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four haikus about remembrance i have now realized,i am not made equallavished in dreadful hope every now and then,hurried footsteps dart across.hope they come my way; wait behind bushes,for a chance to pounce uponlet their teeth wrench...

ODYSSEUS AND HIS MARTYRDOM (Memoir Excerpt) by Adam Levon Brown

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Four days inside the psychiatric unit and four days after my suicide attempt, I was quietly let out from the shadows of the underground facility. I could see the sky. My anxiety sizzled behind...

ART PROJECT by John Tavares

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On a lark, Taglia bought a lottery ticket, after joking with his favorite convenience store clerk over the size of the jackpot, twenty-four million dollars. Meanwhile, he bought his nightly takeout coffee and a...

PYRE by Dee Allen

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GEORGIA PINE Termites have chewedAt the wood and bark.Too many tiny teethHad their way withThe pine tree's structure.Its coniferous body grewWeak, susceptible to disease, brittleAs the yearsAnd the stormsQuickly coast by.Is it too lateTo be...

THE MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE by Nicholas Ponticello

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You’ve probably never heard of California Historical Landmark #864. That’s because you’ve probably never heard of the town in which it resides. The Gable Mansion sits on the corner of Cross and 1st Street...

THE SMARTIE by R. H. Nicholson

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     Professor Elias McCracken bound through the door of his mint green Victorian home, his arms full of books, his briefcase bursting with ungraded essays, his trench coat flapping, tamping his shoes on the...