BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White

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BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White  “Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel. . . . Every book, every volume you seehere, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote...

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE By Jonathan McRay

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UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREEBy Jonathan McRay  ABU SHADI SITS in his plastic chair like a king at his castle. But he does not reign over subjects like a monarch. Maybe he is master of his...

HUNGER PANGS IN AN AMERICAN HOME By Danielle Richardson

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HUNGER PANGS IN AN AMERICAN HOMEBy Danielle Richardson I am not a part of his American dream.I watch as my father presses another burger to the grill, the smell of smoke and oil filling up...

THE CUT DOWN By Dalton Bryan Monk

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THE CUT DOWNBy Dalton Bryan Monk Duane Bryan Monk has no idea I’ve written this, and I intend to keep it that way. I wasn’t told that I had to embark on my dad’s tedious vocations,...

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 drove through the oil-stained Baltimore Harbor...

VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTH By Sarah A. Odishoo

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A VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTHBy Sarah Odishoo It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God but to create him.                                                                                                                 —Arthur C. Clarke In a time of universal deceit, the truth is revolutionary.                                                                             —George...

FIRST CLASS by Vern Fein

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FIRST CLASSBy Vern Fein    Later I would be chosen as the first Rhetoric teacher to be awarded an Honors Seminar. Earlier I had substitute taught about one of my favorite topics—The Theater of the Absurd—in...

IDENTITY CARD By Kate McCorkle

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IDENTITY CARDBy Kate McCorkle On another cloudless September morning of perfect, temperate weather, Jason and I, both twenty-four, drove the canvas-top Jeep to Fort Campbell to have our wills written. That was something the Army...

GROWN-UP CHILD By Idalis Nieves

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GROWN-UP CHILDBy Idalis Nieves  It’s been almost four months since I’ve read a book for pure leisure. It’s been almost a year since I’ve enjoyed a movie or TV show without analyzing the symbolism, themes,...

NEW BOY RULES By Joseph Eastburn

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NEW BOY RULESBy Joseph Eastburn When my parents separated in 1962, they decided to send my older sister and me off to boarding school to get us out of the turmoil of a disintegrating marriage....