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The Creation of Adam – Tabitha Bast
If you don’t know Etchy, you’ll know someone like him. He’s in the corner of the pub when we enter, and I put on a smile that’s tight around the edges. Etchy’s a couple of pints in already, though whatever he used to buy those will inevitably dry up on…
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Poetry by Nick Romeo
Today I Can’t Read your poetry or your messages I moved them all to a floppy disk Then placed that item in the attic To be nibbled by the rats and bats But I apologize for torturing the animals I will make it up to these cuties By letting them…
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Pink Tide – Paige Johnson
Some people say they lose their spark with the end of an era, an addiction, but I lost my shadow. I stare up at dusk’s spiral clouds like I’m waiting for a cyclone that won’t come. Like I’m a fiend for the fervor of wind and hail storms, yet I’ve…
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The Long Hike – Jody Wenner
As the garage door inched upward, it revealed the collection of a life complete. Boxes, bins, bags. A vignette of time represented by poorly labelled mementoes now piled in a dank, musty storage space. While my heart broke, my brother, standing beside me, let out an anguished moan as the…
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Restoration Hotwire – Scott MacLeod
Aldo slid into the driver’s seat. Brought the sweet new Volvo to a low purr. He was on a tight time schedule but couldn’t resist leaning back and breathing in that new car smell. Marvelled that his career had brought him to this place where he’d be sitting in a rig…
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Subway Stare –Amy Grech
George Gage sits in silent judgement, watchful hazel eyes keenly focused on a woman sitting next to him on the crowded, Manhattan-bound R train as it rumbles through tunnels threatening to crumble, stopping at pre-determined destinations, passengers come and go, silent spectators traversing the bustling corporate landscape. Keeping pace in…
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Cavities – Jan Hassmann
I’m pressing my good ear against today’s walk because I lost my keys. I can hear them jangling with every step, and the gulls are crying: Where did you have them last? Where did you have them last?But I have no stale bread to offer as they hover above me in…
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Leaving the Mausoleum – Julie Missen
The once marital home now entombed in the past ghostly hands that hold tight preventing all thoughts of escape clutch tightly onto lost dreams that flutter and fade dust fairies in the wind caught in a sun beam that squeezes through the dense fog of my mind warmth on upturned…
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