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NonFiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    HALF OF SOMETHING By John Ballantine Jr.

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    HALF OF SOMETHINGBy John Ballantine The glass is half full, even though it is emptying fast. Life seeps out of the body as we wake to another day with the sun rising.The water station, with...

    ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENT By Wally Swist

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    ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENTBy Wally Swist Time presses upon us in innumerable ways.  Proust wrote, “When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the...

    ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD By Wally Swist

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    ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLDBy Wally Swist The concept of synchronicity was initially posited by the psychoanalyst C. G. Jung as being an incident in our lives that reveals itself as a...

    BABY BROTHER By Kat Kiefer-Newman

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    BABY BROTHERBy Kat Kiefer-Newman I had a brother. But I never had a brother.He died before I was born and if he hadn’t, I might not be here. His burial was my conception; we are permanently linked,...

    DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDS By Desirée Jung

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    DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDSBy Desirée Jung I open the drawer to find part of myself: shoes from another time, green knee-length boots, amidst books. The objects scare me. Remembering petrifies me – the passage of time haunting. I cannot control my feelings. Before any resistance, the past arrives into the present. I remember when my father gave me...

    ACORDO ENTRE AMIGOS By Desirée Jung

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    ACORDO ENTRE AMIGOSDe Desirée Jung Abro a gaveta e encontro um pedaço de mim: sapatos de uma outra época, cano alto verde, misturados entre alguns livros. Os objetos me assustam. Recordar petrifica. A passagem do...

    THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCK By Anita Gorman

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    THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCKby Anita G. Gorman It was 1950 in Queens. On the street where the Andersons lived, they were not the only Swedish immigrants; the Carlsons lived next door. The rest...

    HUMBOLDT By Thomas Larsen

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    HUMBOLDTBy Tom Larsen “Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted length of wire.“Other way,” he tells...

    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNS by Bill Vernon

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    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNSBy Bill Vernon The motorcyclist turning onto Bakers Road ahead of us had the 1960s Hell's Angels' look, but that impression didn't occur to me then anymore than did the fact I'd...