Nonfiction

    DISCLOSURE By Megan Sandberg

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    DISCLOSUREby Megan Sandberg My instinct was to leave. I did, at first. I got out of my car and sped across the parking lot into the lobby of a...

    OSCAR WILDE IN BOCA By Emanuele Pettener

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    OSCAR WILDE IN BOCAby Emanuele Pettener A few years ago I went to Mass, here in Boca Raton, Florida, where I live. Mass began and before the Gospel a...

    IN THE DAYS WHEN THE SKY WAS COBALT By Deborah Paes De Barros

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    IN THE DAYS WHEN THE SKY WAS COBALT By Deborah Paes de Barros The giant earthmovers—the backhoe and the bulldozer and other machines I couldn’t identify—had...

    MY FATHER’S FEET by Ann Zuccardy

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    MY FATHER’S FEETBy Ann E. Zuccardy   The cinderblock walls were painted what was probably supposed to be soothing blue and the windows, heavy and industrial, were swathed in cheerful, frayed calico.  The autumnal...

    CRISIS HOSPITALIZATION DISCHARGE By James Buchanan

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    CRISIS HOSPITALIZATION DISCHARGEBy James Buchanan Her mother and I sit in a small, ecru-painted room just outside the locked ward.Voices echo into the room from down the hall. They...

    STORM AND THE PARABLE OF LOOKING AT THE FENCE by Bruce Hoppe

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    Storm and the Parable of Looking at the Fence Me: My writing time is my best time, hands down. Wind-humming-through-the-windbreak: Rrrrrreally? Wwwwwwhy’s that? Me: Cuz that’s when I’m safe. Wind-humming-through-the-windbreak: Oooooh? Hooooow so? Me: It’s complicated. Wind-humming-through-the-windbreak: Hmmmmmmm. Me: Look,...

    LOUD MUSIC By Leslie Tucker

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    LOUD MUSICby Leslie Tucker   He is mournful and scornful, bellowing about love in vain, alternating a velvet baritone with a nasal whine. Thick, damp hair flops at his shoulders. His ivory-colored sequined jumpsuit,...

    FAMILY PICTURES By Cassidy Senefelder

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    FAMILY PICTURESBy Cassidy Senefelder Flash! She hates taking family pictures. Especially the kind where your ice cold corpse sits in a coffin in a funeral home as the family...

    MIMI By Pam Munter

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    MIMIBy Pam Munter Her most indelible appearance comes during the last segment of a silent and faded 8mm color film reel running just about three minutes, probably around 1949....

    WHAT IT TAKES TO BE FREE by Terry Tierney

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    What It Takes to Be Free: Review of The White Field by Douglas Cole In the first magnetic lines of The White Field by Douglas Cole,...