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    GETTING COCKY by Mary Ann Koruth

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    My uncle raises chickens for eggs. To facilitate egg production, he bought a rooster. The brood runs around in the grass in the back of his house, which was my grandmother’s before...

    THE SOWBELLY TRIO by James Hanna

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    My wife, Mary, and I sit on the front porch of our Florida home. Mary is feeling nostalgic, so she asks me a syrupy question. I never feel very comfortable when Mary...

    SILVER SHADOW by Rekha Valliappan

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                'We swung over the hills and over the town and back again, and I saw how a man can be master of a craft, and how a craft...

    THIS WINTER by Bridget Kiley

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    THIS WINTER This winter, in collaboration with Covid-19 Bridget Kiley I never wore socks before quarantine, but now I seem to always be...

    ISOLATION by Cassandra O’Sullivan Sachar

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    Isolation Cassandra O’Sullivan Sachar At 10:00 a.m., the tiny Alaskan village still sleeps in this unrelenting daylight. Not one walker crosses my path on my trek...

    SAVING SOULS by Marian Fredal

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    Saving Souls We watched the door. All fifty of us in St. Sylvester School Grade 3 learned to listen and to watch for our teacher, a tall nun dressed...

    THE ANATOMY OF DISCONNECTED LINES by Tim Harris

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    The Anatomy of Disconnected Lines I first noticed him on the other side of Westbury Avenue, as we both made our way to the bus stop.

    NOTES FROM THE FATHER FIELD by Lisa Romeo

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    Notes from the Father Field by Lisa Romeo Though my father never touched the large-number cell phone I once gave him, I like to think that, if he’d lived longer, and had I the patience to...

    THE PSYCHOPATH By Wendy Swift

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    THE PSYCHOPATHby Wendy Swift I struggle to grasp that Danny is an alcoholic, despite the glaring evidence. I understand drinking is a way of life for him, to the...

    JAM SESSION by Svitlana Matiushenko-Musyj

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     “Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.” ― Immanuel Kant      She was challenging herself again, “Can I do it? Maybe I can...