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NonFiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    HUMBOLDT By Thomas Larsen

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    HUMBOLDTBy Tom Larsen “Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted...

    LOOKS OF HAPPINESS By Frannie Gilbertson

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    LOOKS OF HAPPINESSBy Frannie Gilbertson Do you ever look at someone and think, “Wow, I am so lucky that I have you”? You catch yourself staring at them, watching...

    HALF OF SOMETHING By John Ballantine Jr.

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    HALF OF SOMETHINGBy John Ballantine The glass is half full, even though it is emptying fast. Life seeps out of the body as we wake to another day with...

    BABY BROTHER By Kat Kiefer-Newman

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    BABY BROTHERBy Kat Kiefer-Newman I had a brother. But I never had a brother.He died before I was born and if he hadn’t, I might not be here. His burial was...

    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNS by Bill Vernon

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    DOGS, HOGS, AND SIGNSBy Bill Vernon The motorcyclist turning onto Bakers Road ahead of us had the 1960s Hell's Angels' look, but that impression didn't occur to me then...

    THE LOSS OF HER By Kimberly McElreath

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    THE LOSS OF HERBy Kimberly McElreath That Wednesday started with a pink pig pancake pajama party.  In Kindergarten, getting a new weekly letter means a lot.  It’s another step...

    DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDS By Desirée Jung

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    DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDSBy Desirée Jung I open the drawer to find part of myself: shoes from another time, green knee-length boots, amidst books. The objects scare me. Remembering petrifies me – the passage of time haunting. I cannot control my feelings. Before any...

    HURRICANE MOON By Tony Whedon

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    HURRICANE MOONBy Tony Whedon The town where we had rented our cottage that summer when I was thireen, called Port Clyde, sat at the end of a long peninsula...

    I HAVE COME HOME By Antonio Wong

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    I HAVE COME HOMEBy Antonio Wong “It is time to wake up. Today is the biggest day and you do not want to miss it,” my grandfather said. As...

    THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCK By Anita Gorman

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    THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCKby Anita G. Gorman It was 1950 in Queens. On the street where the Andersons lived, they were not the only Swedish immigrants; the...