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BIG AND BIGGER LIES: Did We All Just Fall Off the Turnip Truck? By...

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Recently I came across a magazine that featured photos of postcards inmates of the Nazi death camps at Lublin had written in the early 1940’s. The inmates were urged to send postcards...

THEME FOR THE ETERNAL NOW by John Sweet

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why i dreamt of the west coast a suicide maybe bitter taste ofabandoned hope says he hates her saysshe hates him and then...

FINDING FAMILY by Stefanie Wass

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My husband has always known he was adopted. I found out by sticking my foot in my mouth. Early in our courtship, when we were both...

GAME OF THREE by Lucia Coppola

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THE SNAKE Coiled up by the side of the trackswhile the train whizzes past, kicks up dead leavesthe overcast chill drizzles down fog and dreamsproject onto his reptilian stare...

HOME AND THE WORLD by Michael Mooring

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Home and the World “To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in...

JOHN BONANNI, Author of the JUST OFF, STAGE RIGHT

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JOHN BONANNI, Author of the JUST OFF, STAGE RIGHT 1.Tell us a bit about yourself – something that we will not find in the official author’s bio?

GULF by Elyse Forbes

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It had all started with the little pink heart. The pink pixelated heart, bequeathed by a virtual stranger eighteen days after his daughter had died. And now he was here, four months...

ON THE BASIS OF SELFLOVE by Ann Huang

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The Rights of A Girl In summer solstice, lightning in midnightpulls you from cosmos—rain stormsthe waterscapesYou walk backward, making space aboutthe need to start becoming. To thosewhom you see...

THE TRANSCENDENT POWER OF BROTHERLY LOVE by Allen Maller

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God made human beings because God loves stories. (Elie Wiesel) There are all kinds of stories. Some are taken from reality and processed through inspiration, other rise up from an instant of...

ERASING by Deirdre Fryer Baird

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I have no idea why I’m here. I see my distorted reflection in the shiny chrome elevator doors, but I don’t look like myself. I know I came here for a reason;...