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NonFiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    BRILLIANT CORNERS: AN EXPERIMENT IN VISUAL PROSODY By Michael Milburn

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    BRILLIANT CORNERS: An Experiment in Visual Prosodyby Michael Milburn I was naked without my line ends.Robert Lowell, letter to Elizabeth Bishop             A few years ago...

    THE EVIL OF DEATHby Dimitra Tsourou

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    THE EVIL OF DEATHby Dimitra Tsourou “The human species is unique in knowing it must die,” writes Voltaire. The awareness of death makes people vulnerable to fear, which inspires...

    ANYTHING LIKE GOD By Brianne Bannon

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    ANYTHING LIKE GODby Brianne Bannon At 16 I was the best person I am ever capable of being. It was not a full peak, necessarily; I was shy and...

    I, THE JUNGLE By Derek Nast

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    I, THE JUNGLEby Derek Nast   Generations and genres later writing style and word usage form differently yet the core of a literary amateur always strives to tell his tale. I, no native to...

    THE SNOW QUEEN CONTEST By Joseph Fleckenstein

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    THE SNOW QUEEN CONTEST(A narrative non-fictional story)by Joseph E. Fleckenstein The ski club’s first meeting of the year is always exciting, festive. Friends and acquaintances from past trips would...

    IN THE WAITING ROOM By Pete Warzel

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        IN THE WAITING ROOMby Pete Warzel   There are two manners of conversation that occur in the waiting room of the Radiology Department at Mayo Clinic, Phoenix. The first is a deep dive into...

    MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POT By Leslie...

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    MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POTby Leslie Bohem In the spring of 1971, I dropped out of UC Berkeley midway through my junior year...

    NOTES GOING UNDERGROUND By Joram Piatigorsky

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    NOTES GOING UNDERGROUNDby Joram Piatigorsky   Ladies and gentleman, thank you for inviting me – an ordinary man who, like most, thinks himself special but knows he isn’t – to deliver my own eulogy...

    NOW, THAT’S EXTRAORDINARY By Michele Sprague

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    NOW, THAT'S EXTRAORDINARYby Michele Sprague   Between taking the kids to soccer practice, hosting sleepovers for their friends, working, taking graduate courses…Whew! And that’s only part of my to-do list. No wonder, my mind...

    MACHINE SHOP SUNDRESS By Claudia Geagan

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    MACHINE SHOP SUNDRESSby Claudia Geagan On an ozone drenched summer day in 1961, Mr. Stevenson gives me his black ’54 T-bird and sends me to the loading dock at...