THE EVIL OF DEATHby Dimitra Tsourou

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THE EVIL OF DEATHby Dimitra Tsourou “The human species is unique in knowing it must die,” writes Voltaire. The awareness of death makes people vulnerable to fear, which inspires Epicurus to give answers to fundamental...

MY ANCIENT ENEMY By Daniel Bailey

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RESTLESS RAMBLINGSby Sara Magruder  Complete and Utter NonsenseI sit in the living room at 1:30 am and begin writing. I know I am going to be tired and cranky in the morning, but I can’t...

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 over coffee. We were the kids...

SPACE AND OTHER TRAVEL DESTINATIONS: PACKING FOR ZERO G

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SPACE AND OTHER TRAVEL DESTINATIONS: PACKING FORZERO Gby Michael Fumai  How many times did I look up at night when I was a kid and contemplate what it must be like to float among the...

BEAT ON: A MEDITATION ON VIOLENCE, TEACHING, & PAPER MAKING, by Nika Cavat

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BEAT ONA Meditation on Violence,Teaching, & Paper MakingBy Nika CavatIn this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard. Yonder they...

MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POT By Leslie...

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MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POTby Leslie Bohem In the spring of 1971, I dropped out of UC Berkeley midway through my junior year because a girl who I was...

GOING HUNTING By Cynthia Close

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GOING HUNTINGBy Cynthia Close We were driving from Boston to my parent’s home in New Jersey. Pete had the rifle in the back of the van. It was Thanksgiving and deer season in Jersey. My...

OTHERNESS By Isabel Armiento

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OTHERNESSUnpacking and questioning the ethics of passing versus publicizingby Isabel Armiento As a science-fiction fanatic, I am fascinated by the way appearance can be so instantly othering. The “other” is often synonymous with the “grotesque” –...

AN UNEXPECTED EXCURSION by Iskandar Rakhimov

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There is a limit to dreaming, especially for someone unimaginative like me. Our memories can’t play their splendid tricks on reality when confined to a room or ensconced by a windowsill. These treasures are...

DEAR CHEATER, TELL ME WHY by Ben D’Andrea

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Cheating on an exam is more of a strike against self-respect than failing it by honest effort. Most college or university students who cheat resent cheating, as if someone or something pressured them into...