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NonFiction - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

    THE CAT WHO ADOPTED ME (SORT OF) by Adelaide Shaw

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    THE CAT WHO ADOPTED ME(SORT OF)By Adelaide Shaw I saw him slinking through the neighborhood, foraging in trash cans, sleeping under cars. Black as a jungle panther but lacking the heft and fierceness of his...

    MEMORIES OF BASEBALL By Daniel Bailey

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    MEMORIES OF BASEBALLBy Daniel Bailey   I: Why Am I Telling You This?All right, everybody get this straight. This is a sensitive topic for me. I was 14. It was the summer of 1965, my second year...

    REVOLUTION by Kaitlin Cadamore

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    REVOLUTIONby Kaitlin Cadamore My beauty, my beast //The mouth of a sailor. The sting of a bee. Honey-rotten blood seeping through cracks of gold, constantly howling,The singing, head thrown back like a hallelujah. It’s more...

    LIFE WITHOUT A SPATULA By Lisa Reily

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    LIFE WITHOUT A SPATULAby Lisa Reily   My mother lay on her side in bed, dying, and rummaging as best she could through her bottom bedside drawer. It was full of cards from my brothers and...

    THE APOLOGY OF MASLOW by Nate Tulay

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    THE APOLOGY OF MASLOW( For Miss Caroline and Flocka )by Nate Tulay "esteem""self-actualization""belonging”"safety,""physiological," Friends, if you had food, water, shelter and warmth, i.e., physiological, and you and your neighbors came together and created a community, i.e....

    THE OIL FIELD By Edward Bonner

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    THE OIL FIELD   by Edward Bonner It wasn’t just life, this was our world.Rise and shine.Breakfast is at seven in the morning.“Cold cereal and then a dash out the door”Four of my friends and I would...

    SECRETS FOR ANANSI by Victoria Girmonde

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    SECRETS FOR ANANSIby Victoria Girmonde It’s easy to be fearless when you are young. After all, you are too stupid and too naïve to see the world for what it is. You grow up, and...

    HOW FAR FROM ONE DEGREE By Sharon Y. Sim

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    HOW FAR FROM ONE DEGREEby Sharon Y. Sim On that sweltering island nation one degree above the equator, we bawled our first breaths. Decades later, at that temperate city named after a redwoodtree thirty-seven degrees north...