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The Purpose of an Author in Society

By Nicholas Vergara Eden is very gray in a way that stays the mind into such a fervor it stumbles into abysmal thoughts; no, no coherence, just what one might opine is emotion or some other internal manifestation of the … Continue reading

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What Remains

By Kathleen A. Magner Hillrise Cemetery’s stone turrets sprouted alongside the needle-straight road extending before me, severing the crisp sidewalk and line of idyllic storefronts shaded by lush maples. The trees were more robust than I remembered and although a … Continue reading

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Strawberry Cake for Breakfast

By Erin L.C. Lowe I awoke to the sound of steady, high-pitched beeps coming from a heart monitor. The sounds chirped in unison to the rhythm of a dripping IV, both of which are attached to my left arm.   Beads … Continue reading

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Dog Dragged Home

By George Leickly The dog wore a sheath of fat over pure muscle, rolled through black ink and bristling hair. It was never fed from their hands. It came and went, bringing gifts to their doorstep; rodents with crushed skulls, … Continue reading

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A Story is Like a Kiss

By Andy Brucia Through great mental discipline, hard work, and a propensity for drink, I have managed to forget most of what I was taught during my college days in the north, and I believe I am a richer person … Continue reading

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On Quitting Smoking (In Real Life and In My Dreams)

By Cameron Brandy Last night I smoked in my dreams. It was a long white cigarette, like a Marlboro Light 100 or something. It was a vivid dream; I felt the warm tap on the back of my throat as … Continue reading

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Reflections: From Ice to Pitch

By Erin L.C. Lowe I’m sitting in another doctor’s office.  This time I’m on one of the top floors of the Herlev Hospital in Copenhagen. The room I await in is cold and clinical with eggshell walls, white flecked tile … Continue reading

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Aspie

By Jeff Harman Aspergers. Williams hadn’t really heard of it before. Technically he had, maybe in passing, or by some attempt by the national news networks he watched every night to bring “hope and awareness” to “those poor children and … Continue reading

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