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...

HANDBOOK – By John P. Midkiff

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HANDBOOKBy John P. Midkiff Another day kneeling on the purple-carpeted spring floor. Cartwheel, back walkover, back handspring, round-off two. Skill after skill, every kid is different, and I spot them all, helping them position themselves,...

CRAIG By Shirley Palmerton

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CRAIGby Shirley Palmerton  Have you ever felt yourself struggling to wake up and then find you are awake, the nightmare is true? I felt this way one hot summer’s day in the pediatrician’s office when...

BABY BROTHER By Kat Kiefer-Newman

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BABY BROTHERBy Kat Kiefer-Newman I had a brother. But I never had a brother.He died before I was born and if he hadn’t, I might not be here. His burial was my conception; we are permanently linked,...

HOPE AT LAST By Jon Epstein

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    WE CALL HIM ABBAby Sacha Gragg  “Sacha, is your family Jewish?”I don’t remember which one of my soccer teammates asked me that, but the question stunned me. My hand stilled the wooden spoon stirring artificial...

THAT SATURDAY By Dan Cardoza

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THAT SATURDAYby Dan Cardoza   I have a clear memory of moments, a moment, of a Saturday without direction, you afraid to lose your way, me, fearing I wouldn’t get lost.A late August pick-nick in the...

THE EIGHTIES By Betty J. Sayles

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THE EIGHTIESBy Betty J. Sayles My son was a career Air Force man and while visiting me in northern Wisconsin, he saw 80 acres of woods, swamp and beaver dam that he loved on sight...

SINK AND SLUDGE by Billie Pritchett

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The sink is clogged again. I’ve brushed my teeth and now the sink is just a porcelain bowl of cloudy water. It’s morning, and I’m tired, and I need to take a shower and...

DISCOVERING by Alexis Garcia

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Discovering “I want you to read something and see if anything resonates with you,” my therapist told me, handing me a booklet.             My eyes focused on the list of symptoms for a mental illness I...

CYPRUS: A PAINTERS JOURNAL by Jeri Griffith

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Cyprus: A Painter's Journal a memoir Now is midsummer. During the month of July, it doesn't rain here. The days are hot and the evenings cool. In a dry streambed, smooth chalky stones absorb and disseminate...