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LETTING GO by Brooke Castillo

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            I look at the grass art, leaning towards me at a 45-degree angle. Six flags are overlapping one another so elegantly, every blade of grass not surpassing the one next to it. I...

WHAT I REMEMBER OF THE DRAGON by Kaylin Moore

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At nine years old, I was Hermione Granger. That all-too-familiar feeling of adrenaline and fear always seemed to creep in at the most inopportune times, that beast. It made my tiny hands shake at family...

THE ANATOMY OF HOPE by Ananya Anand

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A defeated sigh, an apologetic letter, those goodbyes that are merely just a promise of our paths crossing again someday, the quiet gasp of the one who manages to narrowly escape from the jaws...

TENSE MATTERS by Chelsea Owens

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The Past My brother, Justin, died in June 2022. The exact date, cause, and time were a mystery. The coroner said “when they cut him open” he had upper and lower GI bleeds, severe cirrhosis...

BEYOND GRANNY’S GARDEN by David Matthews

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Modest Triumph At the dour end of a dismal dayin a run of such daysthat compose an agewhere I find myself no longer young,somehow I come almost alivewith evening, PBS NewsHour,a modest dinner, and after...

THE YELLING MAN by V. A. Rivera

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The Yelling Man The man screeches at the bird watcher he nearlyruns over, screams at his ice cream meltingin the heat, shouts at his noisy twins just being kids.He once had a wife. But he...

TO PAINT A CLOUD by Russell Dupont

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TO PAINT A CLOUD To paint a cloud,apply colors, etherealand pure. Translucentlike white powdermisted onto silk. Wield your brushinto the heavensso your cloudsheave, like an ocean’sgreat waves or stampeding horsessoaring into the sky,a gambol of dragons,swirling bearers...

THE GROVE by Tina Klimas

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A MALLARD AND THE RED SHOES I glide through a velvet watermirage of swirling autumnalcolor. In the water, trees bleedand shimmer. I glide throughtrees, and trees are water and wateris sky. I am mallard. I...

SAIKEIREI by Bruce Kamei

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“Do you know who this man is?” asked Japanese Consul General Kenzo Oyama of Los Angeles.  He stood in front of the desk of Supervisory Immigration Inspector Takeshi Tsukemoto.             “Hidenori Yamazaki,” said Takeshi.             “He...

MUD SHOWS by Michael Caleb Tasker

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Later, after his mother had gone to bed, Cole went and stood at the top of the stairs and looked at his father sitting on the sofa, looking toward the moonlit window. His hair...