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    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNS by Bill Vernon

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    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNSBy Bill Vernon The motorcyclist turning onto Bakers Road ahead of us had the 1960s Hell's Angels' look, but that impression didn't occur to me then...

    REFUGE WITH LAST BLACK MAN IN SAN FRANCISCO By Mellody Hayes

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    REFUGE WITH LAST BLACK MAN IN SAN FRANCISCOby Mellody Hayes  “The only thing effective immigrant parents are doing is raising kids who will someday disrespect them,”  I said to...

    A RIVER’S VIEW by Taylor Boughnou

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    A River’s View (A Brief Look Into Myself) by T. M. Boughnou It was now the first week of March. I could not believe that I had not been home for nearly two seasons. And...

    TWENTY FIRST CENTURY SLAVES By Naya Antoun

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    TWENTY FIRST CENTURY SLAVESby Naya Antoun Despair, loss, feeling hopeless, being abandoned. Those are a few words to describe my nannie’s childhood.At the age of twelve, she was obligated...

    THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCK By Anita Gorman

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    THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCKby Anita G. Gorman It was 1950 in Queens. On the street where the Andersons lived, they were not the only Swedish immigrants; the...

    THE PRICE OF GINGER – By John Davidson

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    THE PRICE OF GINGERBy John Davidson “Have time for a story?” The driver looked over his shoulder. It was after midnight. After three in the time zone where I had...

    KILLINGS AND ABDUCTION By Tamas Dobozy

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    KILLINGS AND ABDUCTIONBy Tamas Dobozy The summer of 1981 was the summer of murdered children.The bodies had been turning up for a year in the Lower Mainland of British...

    LOST AND RE-FOUND By Jane Babson

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    LOST AND RE-FOUNDBy Jane Babson  It may well be true that my son David’s Chromosome 7 is partly responsible for anovernight journey to Lost Lake in the Mt. Hood...

    OUT HERE ONCE MORE By Marc Toso

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    OUT HERE ONCE MOREby Marc Toso   Here I am, out here once more, a caricature desert sage, pretending to find clarity in sandstone desolation. I struggle being on this edge of barrenness, selfishly...

    LOST TIME: A ROAD TRIP JOURNAL By Jordan King

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    LOST TIME: A ROAD TRIP JOURNALby Jordan King  May 19, 2016We had planned for ninety days. Thirty to sell and sixty to close. If it went to plan we’d be ready right when...