MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COP By Joe Albanese

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MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COPBy Joe Albanese Amusement parks are only amusing to its employees in an ironic sense. My summer working there a s security guard in the summer of 2016 could be summed...

DOLPHINS, AS A METAPHOR By Justine Cadwell

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DOLPHINS, AS A METAPHORby Justine Cadwell  A dolphin’s smile is the greatest deception. It creates the illusion that they’re always happy. – Ric O’BarryWhat would it be like to sleep at the bottom of the...

SURVIVING THE LEBANON EXPLOSION by Hend Roubaiy

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When I survived the world’s third largest explosion, I lost everything but myself. Growing up in Beirut, Lebanon, was a comforting memory I will always hold dearly and protect. Back when I was a...

DON’T GO ANYWHERE by James Hanna

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Since retiring and moving to Florida, my wife, Mary, and I have become news junkies. This is not because we have more time to fill, but because the news has acquired the fascination of...

MY FATHER’S FEET by Ann Zuccardy

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MY FATHER’S FEETBy Ann E. Zuccardy   The cinderblock walls were painted what was probably supposed to be soothing blue and the windows, heavy and industrial, were swathed in cheerful, frayed calico.  The autumnal chill from...

RE-READING THE LADY CHATTERLEY TRIALS IN NEW YORK AND LONDON AFTER 60 YEARS ...

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RE-READING THE LADY CHATTERLEY TRIALS AFTER 60 YEARS The three versions of Lady Chatterley’s Lover that DH Lawrence wrote in the late 1920s are each progressively more anally erotic. And that eroticism in the third...

THE DINNER TABLE by Frances Guerin

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The Dinner Table By Frances Guerin Dinner at 29 Alpha Road was a formal occasion. My family sat around an antique oak table in a wood-panelled room every night of the week. The ten-seater table was the...

BIG AND BIGGER LIES: Did We All Just Fall Off the Turnip Truck? By...

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Recently I came across a magazine that featured photos of postcards inmates of the Nazi death camps at Lublin had written in the early 1940’s. The inmates were urged to send postcards to their...

KNEADING OUR WAY HOME by Kris Haines-Sharp

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Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen I bring the side of the pan down hard on the butcher...

GETTING COCKY by Mary Ann Koruth

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My uncle raises chickens for eggs. To facilitate egg production, he bought a rooster. The brood runs around in the grass in the back of his house, which was my grandmother’s before it became...