Nonfiction

    A SISTA SURVIVOR’S JOURNEY: THRIVING AMIDST THE LIGHT AND CHAOS by Claire Jones

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    A Sista Survivor's Journey: Thriving Amidst the Light and Chaos By Claire Jones "Where I was born and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that...

    PALIMPSEST OF THE PLAINS By Phoebe Myers

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    PALIMPSEST OF THE PLAINSby Phoebe Myers My mother calls to tell me she’s turned the old quern that’d been idly sitting on our front porch since my grandfather died...

    HOMELESS by Fabrizia Faustinella

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    HOMELESSby Fabrizia Faustinella I was working out on the second floor of the gym, where all the machines are. I was desperate to maintain good muscle tone, even if...

    BLUEBEARD’S TREASURE By Joseph Albanese

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    BLUEBEARD'S TREASUREby Joseph Albanese    There was treasure in those woods. He knew it. Even at five-years old, he knew it. There were ghosts in those woods as well. He...

    “THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEING” A Search for Truth within...

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    THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEINGA Search for Truth within a Limited PerceptionBy Lauren Bush In “The Medium of Fiction”, William H. Gass suggests, “That novels should be made of...

    REVOLUTION by Kaitlin Cadamore

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    REVOLUTIONby Kaitlin Cadamore My beauty, my beast //The mouth of a sailor. The sting of a bee. Honey-rotten blood seeping through cracks of gold, constantly howling,The singing, head thrown...

    THE OIL FIELD By Edward Bonner

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    THE OIL FIELD   by Edward Bonner It wasn’t just life, this was our world.Rise and shine.Breakfast is at seven in the morning.“Cold cereal and then a dash out the door”Four of my friends and...

    THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU by Frank Emerson

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    THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly...

    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...

    AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN – By Patrick Hahn

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    AN EXTRAORDINARY WOMANBy Patrick Hahn Did I ever tell you about my one degree of separation from the late Dwight David Eisenhower? That’s right, between me and the 34th...