Nonfiction

    SKIPPING CHURCH by Linda Schifino

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    Skipping Church Pamela was my best friend in second and third grade at Larimer School. She was the first to smile at me when I entered my new second grade classroom. The school principal...

    YELLOW BATH TOWELS by McKenzie Fletcher

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    Yellow Bath Towels By: McKenzie Fletcher Sometimes life gets messy. Really really messy. And sometimes you are just tired. Really really tired. And you are sitting on the floor of your childhood bedroom. Bird seed making...

    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...

    CROSSING THE GORGE by Bob Kelsoe

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    Crossing the Gorge I Watched my grandpa's line roll across the water in a radial arc until his fly landed in a deep pool that was protected from the current by a large boulder. ...

    BATMAN DOESN’T FLY…HE GLIDES by Scott Trainer

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    BATMAN DOESN’T FLY…HE GLIDES Black as the darkest night, standing - or possibly hovering - in the slightest of divides between the pure black and any of the many shades of gray, is the figure...

    REIMAGINING: MARCH 31, 2020 By Rachel Cavell

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    REIMAGINING: MARCH 31, 2020by Rachel Cavell   “Liza, be careful not to touch the banister when you go downstairs”, we overheard Max telling our daughter late last night. Motivated by Trump’s musings about quarantining...

    A MOTHER’S SIGH By Susan Bloch

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    A MOTHER’S SIGHby Susan Bloch  In a Congolese village, it is dark. Smoke dribbles up and up, blemishing the light from the sickle moon. Thatched roofs have collapsed. Shrapnel...

    NO DRUDGE, NO GRUDGE

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    NO DRUDGE, NO GRUDGEby Nancy Wick  I was thirty-nine and I was finally getting married. After years of entanglements with inappropriate men leading to heartbreak and disappointment, I had...

    NAMES By Nancy Wick

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    NAMESby William Alton  My mom was a Neel of the Izard Neels. We were the people folks avoided in Izard’s one bar. We were the people folks whispered about...