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PURITY by Marc Isaac Potter

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Purity Two dozen Purity Roses. The aroma embraces themLike an aura. Frederick hands them toKatherine,Five years ago. Now she stares at his pictureWhile sipping watery iced tea. And talking with their daughterWhom they never had. Something New and Hopeful Pushed off...

SPADES by Adam Fenner

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Spades Eight eyes face inward,an imperfect squareMeticulous tick marksA careful scribeFifty two cards,twelve face,thirteen spadesDealer shuffles,a sliding bridgeYou splitKnuckles rapConfidentNot enough for blindDealA flurry of movementCount’emWe good?Good. BidI’ll go nillThe hell you willFour eyes lock,a...

THE SUITCASE by Alan Massey

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The Suitcase I am waiting for the rain to stop but it won’t let up.The clouds came in before sunset and now there’sno telling whether a sliver of light remains of this day.My ex-wife came...

AUTOETHNOGRAPHY: THE CULTURE OF A TRANSGENDER MALE by Amy Jerdon

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Autoethnography: The culture of a Transgender Male The definitions and boundaries of culture have been pondered for centuries, but over my time on this earth I have come to define culture in a way that...

NEOLIBERALISMO E AUTORITARISMO: DUAS FACES DE UMA MOEDA por Beatriz Mestre

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1 Introdução Nascido do modelo capitalista que marcou vincadamente o período seguinte à Revolução Industrial e que, de forma mais ou menos vincada, alimentou a escalada autoritária dos anos 30 do século XX, o neoliberalismo...

PERMANENT SCARS by Hank Kalet

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I left the cabinet door open again. Packages of napkins, paper plates, a box of pop corn. Straws. Plastic cups. Paper towels. All visible. The cabinet: Blond beechwood, pinkish as the sun sneaks in through...

ABDUCTED BY AUDIO by T.A Shiroma

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Abducted by Audio My life narrowed into a dark tunnel sometime during last spring. As my despair deepened my nights out became longer and more frequent; I often spent them alone. I did not desire...

A NORMAL DAY IN NEW YORK CITY by Frannie Gilbertson

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A Normal Day In New York City             It was a cold, normal day in March as I stood on the streets of New York City. I had been waiting in the bitter wind outside...

MY XBOX IS HAUNTED by Aleesha Bass

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My Xbox is haunted. At least that’s the explanation that makes sense to me right now.  When I moved into my newly purchased condo, I took the Xbox (along with a remote and a controller) from...

DAUGHTER OF AN ADDICT by Charlotte Jamison

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Daughter of an Addict “Check to see if he’s responsive, if not call 911, then call me, got it?” Have you ever been asked the question: what'd you learn today? Normal kids would reply and say...