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NonFiction - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    LIVING IN AND BEYOND THE WORLD By L. S. Hope

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    THE LAST VISITby Debra Neumann    I’m driving up to see you one last time.  Our years of daily communion will soon end.  I should be thinking about this, finding words –  the right ones, to...

    LIFE JACKET by Leslie Tucker

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    LIFE JACKETby Leslie Tucker  The veins in the man’s thick forearms are distended and his biceps bulge. He squats with thighs stretched wide, corrugated soles of his boots balanced on the pile of rubble. He...

    A LOST VIOLIN, A LAST LETTER HOME By Mike Dillon

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    LIVING IN AND BEYOND THE WORLDby L. S. Hope Truthfully, there are things I miss about living in the world.If I lived in the world, I would go to natural history museums.  I would visit...

    WHEN LOVE WAS A STORY WORTH TELLING by Mathieu Cailler

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        WHEN LOVE WAS A STORY WORTH TELLINGby Mathieu Cailler   Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, maybe it’s because I’m a romantic, maybe it’s simply that I’m a sucker for a good story, but I’m envious...

    THROUGH THE FOG OF TIME By Jeffrey James Higgins

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    THROUGH THE FOG OF TIMEby Jeffrey James Higgins                All your dreams are on their waySee how they shineOh, if you need a friendI’m sailing right behindLike a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mind Simon...

    DOES BURKE MATTER By Judson Blake

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    DOES BURKE MATTER?by Judson Blake When I was small, in what seems like pre-history now, I had passionate arguments with college students about the National Debt, which I believed was a problem that would grow...

    OF KIEV, COWS, AND COUNTRY FOLKS by John Walters

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    OF KIEV, COW’s AND COUNTRY FOLKSby John S. Walters    In 2011 I received a modest windfall, which any sensible person nearing retirement would have added to his modest nest egg. But this money was unlike...

    DANCING WITH MY MOTHER By Nancy Nau Sullivan

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    DANCING WITH MY MOTHER by Nancy Nau Sullivan My mother left me for three months with my Aunt Margaret when I was a newborn. She went to San Francisco to meet my father who had survived World...

    THE LAST VISIT By Debra Neumann

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    THE LAST VISITby Debra Neumann    I’m driving up to see you one last time.  Our years of daily communion will soon end.  I should be thinking about this, finding words –  the right ones, to...