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    LOUD MUSIC By Leslie Tucker

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    LOUD MUSICby Leslie Tucker He is mournful and scornful, bellowing about love in vain, alternating a velvet baritone with a nasal whine. Thick, damp hair flops at his shoulders....

    PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRY By Matthew Ross

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    PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRYby Matthew Ross  Non-Linear Temporality and Causality, Trans-Dimensional Space, and the Struggle to Grasp it All; Percy Bysshe Shelley, a Pioneer A to B....

    THE CUT DOWN By Dalton Bryan Monk

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    THE CUT DOWNBy Dalton Bryan Monk Duane Bryan Monk has no idea I’ve written this, and I intend to keep it that way. I wasn’t told that I had to...

    THE TROUBLE WITH GERRY By Christopher Harris

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    THE TROUBLE WITH GERRYby Christopher Harris  In 1964 my thirty-one-year-old brother Gerry cut himself off from our family. I was 19. I’ve never come to terms with his disappearance. Many times I’ve thought...

    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...

    THE LOSS OF HER By Kimberly McElreath

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    THE LOSS OF HERBy Kimberly McElreath That Wednesday started with a pink pig pancake pajama party.  In Kindergarten, getting a new weekly letter means a lot.  It’s another step...

    TRAINS by Donna Stramella

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    TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we...

    A WOMAN’S PLACE by Janel Brubaker

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    A WOMAN’S PLACEby Janel BrubakerI was no older than twenty-five when I first felt the weight of what it means to be a woman defined by social norms and gender roles. I...

    CRAIG By Shirley Palmerton

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    CRAIGby Shirley Palmerton  Have you ever felt yourself struggling to wake up and then find you are awake, the nightmare is true? I felt this way one hot summer’s...

    THE EIGHTIES By Betty J. Sayles

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    THE EIGHTIESBy Betty J. Sayles My son was a career Air Force man and while visiting me in northern Wisconsin, he saw 80 acres of woods, swamp and beaver...