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    WHAT LIARS THEY ARE by Frank Kowal

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                                                           What Liars They Are!                                                            by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor...

    WHETHER THE PATRIARCHY by Joanna Kadish

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    Whether the Patriarchy Sarah and her father, Brian, were watching “The Trouble with Tribbles” tribbles being little furry creatures that procreate like crazy and overwhelm the ship, when Paul...

    WINTER IN CANBERRA: TIME TO HEAL by Sacha Paterson

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    Winter in Canberra: Time to Heal I land in Sydney in the late afternoon. The humid air hits me immediately as I leave baggage claim and head towards arrivals....

    BREATHING ROOM by Diane Finlayson

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    Breathing Room The diagnosis: pneumonia. I receive it the day before my grandmother dies in 1987. I am in South Texas. She is in Omaha. I have inherited three...

    ROAD TRIP by Elizabeth Bernays

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    Road Trip “I want to take you camping in the motorhome.” “Really?” I replied doubtfully.  My background of camping involved long hikes with a backpack with...

    ALL ALONE OFFLINE by Lisa Chow

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    ALL ALONE OFFLINE: Internet Deprivation Withdrawal By Lisa Chow November 17, 2019: Down Internet             Where was everybody? Online, that’s...

    FIFTH COLUMN by Louis Gallo

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    I somehow survived the disfiguring identity crises of high school and the end had finally come.  School closed and summer burst open like a solar flare, so scalding you wanted to take...

    HONORABLE MENTION by Sara Garland

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                The stage light stared at me from the water-stained ceiling. My note cards, which had been arranged so carefully and bound together with metal rings as an added measure of security,...

    STACI by Jeffrey Loeb

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    The house was only blocks away, so I got there in minutes. Staci’s sobs were already breathless heaves. All I could do was hold her and utter empty words: “What is it,...

    SHEPARD’S HAUNT by Wes Blake

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    Years ago I heard that Sam Shepard drank here. Since then I’ve stopped in several times, and I hear a new Shepard story almost every time. When I say “here” I really...