Nonfiction

    YELLOW BATH TOWELS by McKenzie Fletcher

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    Yellow Bath Towels By: McKenzie Fletcher Sometimes life gets messy. Really really messy. And sometimes you are just tired. Really really tired. And you are sitting on the floor of your childhood bedroom. Bird seed making...

    ENTERTAINMENT By Donald Dewey

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    ENTERTAINMENTBy Donald Dewey A friend asked recently if I had seen such-and-such a movie. I said no, and wasn’t really in that much of a hurry to see it. He looked at me...

    TRAINS by Donna Stramella

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    TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we...

    IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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    IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS By Stephen Mead       "All that glitters is not gold", is a useful cautionary phrase some sources site as dating back to Aesop.  I imagine during the...

    BATMAN DOESN’T FLY…HE GLIDES by Scott Trainer

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    BATMAN DOESN’T FLY…HE GLIDES Black as the darkest night, standing - or possibly hovering - in the slightest of divides between the pure black and any of the many shades of gray, is the figure...

    RESOURCE by John Bonanni

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    Resource No social philosophy, economic strategy or cultural perspective can guarantee our well-being without the truth. Possession is hawked by capitalists gone wild on one end of the spectrum while entitlement is claimed by socialists gone...

    OUR BEAUTIFUL TAHOMA by Mike Nolan

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    Our Beautiful Tahoma by Mike Nolan When my grandmother was hospitalized, I received a phone call from my dad. “Drop what you’re doing and drive home,”...

    CURTAIN By Juli Nicewarner

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    MY ANCIENT ENEMYby Daniel Bailey My Nijinsky bird-feet seemed to be going over well in our first conversation that fall afternoon in 1973. I called them that because my...

    RIVEN by Tommy Sheffield

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    Riven The sun tumbles across the sky like the face of a log ready to be split. There is shade here, beneath the trees. Black shadows stretch like prison...