EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHING – By Melanie Pappadis Faranello

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EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMETHINGBy Melanie Pappadis Faranello Thanksgiving was in a couple of months and Sal considered who he might call on the occasion he’d ever have his son for a holiday—Christmas, or New Years, or...

BOOK OF JOE – By Chris Wright

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THE BOOK OF JOEBy Chris Wright I think it would be wise to write a short preface to the following little piece I wrote approximately ten years ago. This literary experiment, basically a satire, is...

THE BLOSSOM-WATCHERS – By David Vardeman

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THE BLOSSOM-WATCHERSBy David Vardeman Mr. King’s son married Mr. Feinmann’s daughter.  “We should get married too,” Mr. Feinmann said to Mr. King.“Do you mean to each other?”“I was thinking more of ladies.”“Oh, of course,” Mr....

NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY – By Ed Meek

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NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARYBy Ed Meek In the summer of 1985, I was painting triple-deckers in Roxbury, Massachusetts. I came up from Carol, Pennsylvania, which is where I grew up.  People ask me where Carol is...

CHECKMATE – By Laura DellaBadia

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CHECKMATEBy Laura DellaBadia Towering as high as the old, weathered castle’s stone walls, the veins of prickly crimson red roses climb. The rosses have run wild in the years without a proper caretaker and have...

5A’s PROMISE – By Lea Baker

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5A’s PROMISEBy Lea Baker Apartment 5A lost hope of ever housing a permanent family the day Jeremy Jenkins moved. In the proceeding decades 5A came to feel more and more under appreciated as it fell...

SANCTUARY – By Heide Arbitter

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SANCTUARYBy Heide Arbitter They took the birds away.  That was the last hint.  They were unattractive birds, loud and sad looking, with feathers plucked bloody and wings hanging helplessly. But, these birds were his joy,...

OBIT – By Marc Simon

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OBITBy Marc Simon I never read the obituaries, but last Thursday was an exception.   For some reason, they were mixed in at the end of the sports section.  I scanned them with morbid curiosity, and...

THE FLEA CIRCUS – By Harold Barnes

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THE FLEA CIRCUSBy Harold Barnes For Ari Only "The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is like that of the circus for the crowd... there is always the hope that something dangerous will happen."—Claude Debussy A...