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NonFiction - Year III - Number 14 - July 2018

    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...

    THROUGH THE FOG OF TIME By Jeffrey James Higgins

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    THROUGH THE FOG OF TIMEby Jeffrey James Higgins                All your dreams are on their waySee how they shineOh, if you need a friendI’m sailing right behindLike a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mind Simon...

    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...

    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...

    DOES BURKE MATTER By Judson Blake

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    DOES BURKE MATTER?by Judson Blake When I was small, in what seems like pre-history now, I had passionate arguments with college students about the National Debt, which I believed was a problem that would grow...

    IN LOVE AND WAR By Dufflyn Lammers

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    IN LOVE AND WARBy Dufflyn Lammers I couldn’t bear watching him walk through the rain with his head wet, so I bought two umbrellas, one for myself and one for my boyfriend, the first Spring...

    LIFE JACKET by Leslie Tucker

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    LIFE JACKETby Leslie Tucker  The veins in the man’s thick forearms are distended and his biceps bulge. He squats with thighs stretched wide, corrugated soles of his boots balanced on the pile of rubble. He...

    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...