A LOST VIOLIN, A LAST LETTER HOME By Mike Dillon

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LIVING IN AND BEYOND THE WORLDby L. S. Hope Truthfully, there are things I miss about living in the world.If I lived in the world, I would go to natural history museums.  I would visit...

LIVING IN AND BEYOND THE WORLD By L. S. Hope

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THE LAST VISITby Debra Neumann    I’m driving up to see you one last time.  Our years of daily communion will soon end.  I should be thinking about this, finding words –  the right ones, to...

THE LAST VISIT By Debra Neumann

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THE LAST VISITby Debra Neumann    I’m driving up to see you one last time.  Our years of daily communion will soon end.  I should be thinking about this, finding words –  the right ones, to...

ON LOSING THINGS By Serene Jansen

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ON LOSING THINGSby Serene Jansen    A three week break from a two year shit show            I met Drew when I was eighteen years old. I just finished my first semester of college and was home...

WHEN LOVE WAS A STORY WORTH TELLING by Mathieu Cailler

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    WHEN LOVE WAS A STORY WORTH TELLINGby Mathieu Cailler   Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, maybe it’s because I’m a romantic, maybe it’s simply that I’m a sucker for a good story, but I’m envious...

DANCING WITH MY MOTHER By Nancy Nau Sullivan

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DANCING WITH MY MOTHER by Nancy Nau Sullivan My mother left me for three months with my Aunt Margaret when I was a newborn. She went to San Francisco to meet my father who had survived World...

FAKE PEOPLE ARE THE BEST ONES By Cassie Follman

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FAKE PEOPLE ARE THE BEST ONESBy Cassie Follman When I was a kid, I was enamored with the world of Pretend. Endless possibilities stretched out before me, and imagining fake scenarios came second nature. Characters...

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, sipped a beer, and conversed with...