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(SHADOWGRAPH 144: FROM ONE CAVITY TO ANOTHER)

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SHADOWGRAPH 144: FROM ONE CAVITY TO ANOTHERBy Sean Howard shadowgraph 144: from one cavity to another(poetry detected in claude cohen-tannoudji’s nobel physics lecture, 1997) ‘the orchestrated effort’: detuning the spheres! (chime waves.) ‘sequencing,’ eventide, bells summoning the stars… (macbeth’sred carpet.) hulled, light...

HOW THE FIRE STARTED – By Melissa DosSantos Sullivan

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HOW THE FIRE STARTEDBy Melissa DosSantos Sullivan  Marian kept the pills in an old sugar bowl on the top of the refrigerator her mother had bought new in 1948. Her arthritic hand cramped as she...

HE STOPPED – By Harlan Yarbrough

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HE STOPPEDBy Harlan Yarbrough In the four years I spent tracking Brian Jacobsen, my opinion regarding his whereabouts reversed itself several times.  Although I didn’t know him personally, several of my friends and acquaintances did—that’s...

WAITING FOR JACK – By Melanie Simms

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WAITING FOR JACKBy Melanie Simms  I used to be romance novel junkie.  Love was all I lived for. I lived off Harlequin romancebooks and believed that love was forever.Prince Charming was more than just a...

OBIT – By Marc Simon

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OBITBy Marc Simon I never read the obituaries, but last Thursday was an exception.   For some reason, they were mixed in at the end of the sports section.  I scanned them with morbid curiosity, and...

CHECKMATE – By Laura DellaBadia

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CHECKMATEBy Laura DellaBadia Towering as high as the old, weathered castle’s stone walls, the veins of prickly crimson red roses climb. The rosses have run wild in the years without a proper caretaker and have...

EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHING – By Melanie Pappadis Faranello

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EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHINGBy Melanie Pappadis Faranello Thanksgiving was in a couple of months and Sal considered who he might call on the occasion he’d ever have his son for a holiday—Christmas, or New Years, or...

LEAVING KARACHI – By Neil D. Desmond

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LEAVING KARACHIBy Neil D. Desmond Elise was not looking forward to her next "assignment."  He did not give his name, saying only that he was from Karachi but had lived in London for nine years. ...

GOODWILL – By Tony D’Aloisio

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GOODWILLBy  Tony D’Aloisio  I remember laying there for a few minutes right after waking up that morning, feeling all hazy and out of it.  Like that was all I could do once I'd kicked off...

CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert

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CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert  The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued to search the room for the...