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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...

KINDER-WHORE By Deanna M. Lehman

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KINDERWHOREby Deanne M. Lehman(an excerpt) I was born into a world of darkness and my mother was the moon. Cold and unsmiling, she stood illuminated by her man of the moment, many faces changing throughout...

HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT By Michele Sprague

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HE LOVES ME. HE LOVES ME NOTBy Michele Sprague Twenty years ago I couldn’t get enough of him. We talked for hours and never ran out of things to say. We greeted each other with...

THE PHILOSOPHY OF IRONY IN GREEK CULTURE By Dimitra Tsourou

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THE PHILOSOPHY OF IRONY IN GREEK CULTUREby Dimitra Tsourou    This article stems from my dissatisfaction with the available interpretations of irony in Greek culture. A further difficulty in understanding “Greek irony” results from the inability...

AND THE WIND by Kevin Gillam

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AND THE WINDBy Kevin Gillam and the wind the wind blew through us. we were small thatday, there and not. sea was scuffed, frothed, whipped, smear of land far out where blue skirts blue.wind blew through us....

STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman

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STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman Midflight that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin because he can'tunzip it with bulgingknuckles and neuropathicfingers because he can'tfind the whateverhe was looking forin it with eyesthat...

SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson

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SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson Sunrise kid his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls on his pistol, fires one outa messy shot which dries...

AS MEN by Talon Florig

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AS MENBy Talon Florig As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the thrill of the hunt will we...

A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson

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A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson   A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat direct youdown...

ANOTHER HOME POEM by Daniel Ruefman

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ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman    Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or are they...