KEYSTONE STREET by Jennifer Blanke

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Keystone Street             If you stand quietly at the corner of Keystone Street and 52nd, turn your ear to the southwest, and wait until the traffic subsides, you’ll hear the ripple as the Monongahela joins...

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 to the black-sanded beach; a hulking dog, wolf-like and menacing,...

SWALLOWING By Rachel Cavell

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SWALLOWING By Rachel Cavell Exactly one week after I almost died from choking on a piece of steak, my daughter sent me a link to a dress she wanted to buy for her law school summer...

CRISIS HOSPITALIZATION DISCHARGE By James Buchanan

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CRISIS HOSPITALIZATION DISCHARGEBy James Buchanan Her mother and I sit in a small, ecru-painted room just outside the locked ward.Voices echo into the room from down the hall. They are a man and a boy....

I AM A HILLWALKER By David McVey

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I AM A HILLWALKERBy David McVey  I climbed my first Munro in 1976 but I didn’t know, then, that it was a Munro.Every year, in September, there used to be a mass sponsored walk from Rowardennan, on...

WHETHER THE PATRIARCHY by Joanna Kadish

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Whether the Patriarchy Sarah and her father, Brian, were watching “The Trouble with Tribbles” tribbles being little furry creatures that procreate like crazy and overwhelm the ship, when Paul came by, a slender boy with...

ASSOCIATIVE LEAPING By Lydia A. Cyrus

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ASSOCIATIVE LEAPINGBy Lydia A. Cyrus  1.My mom told me that a red chicken was dying. How? I asked but no one knew how. My brother, the reaper, slid into a pair of black, heavy rubber boots and went...

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. Even through heavy traffic I could see his brogues had...

I COULD ONLY HEAR HER SILENCE By Juanita Tovar Mutis

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HOLD HER ONCE AGAINby Juanita Tovar  IIt’s Saturday. Sábado. In the AM. The sky is a solid shade of light blue, unclouded and pristine. Its pastel hues are reflected on Juanita’s red sunglasses as she...

THE BLUE-BLOODED PANTHER OF BANGALORE – By Brennen Fahy

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THE BLUE-BLOODED PANTHER OF BANGALOREBy Brennen Fahy My grandfathers house sat on a foundation of thick granite stones. It had a winding staircase and many rooms filled with intricate furniture and interesting things. It was...