Nonfiction

    PARTY OFF By Vern Fein

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    PARTY OFFby Vern Fein   Why would a dark story come flying into my head at my grandson’s joyous birthday party? Suddenly sad, my mind swept back to that bleak Saturday afternoon, a cold...

    DERELICT by Allen Long

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    DERELICTBy Allen Long I once sat on the floor at a Saturday night party at my friend Rick’s house; I was drunk, and Rick unknowingly stood on my legs,...

    NOTHING THERE By Megan Madramootoo

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    NOTHING THEREby Megan Madramootoo  I watched Seth quietly and quickly disappear behind the off-white front door as he held something small and box-like between his two hands. When the door slammed...

    WE ARE THE BUFFALO – By Kaylynn Raschke

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    WE ARE THE BUFFALOBy Kaylynn Raschke “Are you sure this is it?”  The cab driver points to a thin white sign, St. Cloud. Hardly visible, as it melds into the predawn sky of...

    PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRY By Matthew Ross

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    PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRYby Matthew Ross  Non-Linear Temporality and Causality, Trans-Dimensional Space, and the Struggle to Grasp it All; Percy Bysshe Shelley, a Pioneer A to B....

    RESOURCE by John Bonanni

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    Resource No social philosophy, economic strategy or cultural perspective can guarantee our well-being without the truth. Possession is hawked by capitalists gone wild on one end of the spectrum while entitlement is claimed by socialists gone...

    SAN BERNARDINO – By Taylor Hall

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    SAN BERNARDINOBy Taylor Hall I ask if she minds if I kiss her, and she says she doesn’t. She never minds, big eyes always fixed on the sky, or...

    RESTLESS RAMBLINGS By Sara Magruder

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    HOPE AT LASTby Jon Epstein My skin didn’t fit. I was consumed with angst, self-consciousness, and low self-esteem. But, of course, at fifteen, I just thought everyone’s life was...

    OUR CELLS By McKenzie Fletcher

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    OUR CELLSby McKenzie Fletcher  People want me to talk about it. They say it will help. But I am more focused on the way the chair feels hard and cold under me, so...

    CAPTURE HILL No. 49 By Allen Long

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         CAPTURE HILL #49By Allen Long    My brother Danny and I grew up in Arlington, Virginia, in the Sixties and Seventies.  Although this was a period of significant social turmoil because of the civil...