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NonFiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    I DO NOT RECALL THE NAME by Sara Wetmore

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    I DO NOT RECALL THE NAMEby Sara Wetmore  Even after all these years, I think I hate him all the same. Perhaps more now that I have had the time and space to dwell, like...

    WHITEBOARDS AND COURAGE by Beth Burgmeyer

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    WHITEBOARDS AND COURAGEby Beth Burgmeyer  The house that love built. I remember the slogan, but never really knew what a Ronald McDonald House was. Until now. Until tragedy brings me to the house in Iowa...

    POSTMODERN MUD By Iggy J. Louis

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    POSTMODERN MUDby Iggy J. Louis    In Lieu Introductions and FrontiersA perfect ideology is as rare as common sense. There are near a billion perspectives when looking at what’s wrong with the current station of...

    THE PEOPLE I USED TO KNOW By Nate Tulay

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    POSTMODERN MUDby Iggy J. Louis    In Lieu Introductions and FrontiersA perfect ideology is as rare as common sense. There are near a billion perspectives when looking at what’s wrong with the current station of...

    WE THE LOSERS by Matthew Conte

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       WE THE LOSERSby Matthew Conte   I was standing by the oven when I saw them, clamped together tight as lovers on a station platform, beating each other. It was a midsummer Saturday at the boardwalk...

    BAD FORTUNE AROUND MEETING THE PRESIDENT By Kurt G. Schmidt

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    BAD FORTUNE AROUND MEETING THE PRESIDENTby Kurt G. Schmidt   Since my father had threatened Mom with a .22 rifle, life had been reasonably calm for over three years. However, the cat population at our house...

    REFUGE WITH LAST BLACK MAN IN SAN FRANCISCO By Mellody Hayes

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    REFUGE WITH LAST BLACK MAN IN SAN FRANCISCOby Mellody Hayes  “The only thing effective immigrant parents are doing is raising kids who will someday disrespect them,”  I said to my date, Vincent. He is French. And...

    A MURKY FUTURE By Jennifer Nelson

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    A MURKY FUTUREby Jennifer Nelson  I thought I knew exactly what I wanted, until the morning I started bawling in the newsroom.Tears gushed down my face, blurring my vision as I struggled to read my...