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Category: Fiction
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Redemption by Daniel Norman
My life changed after I punched a fourteen-year-old kid in the nose—understandably. When I did it, I was a 39 year old father of two, former Air Force, and an airline pilot. Now, after I busted Karl’s nose and cheek bone, I’m 41, an ex-con, and a bartender in a…
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Clandestine of Life by Santiago Ospina
Clandestine of lifePlunging the waters of freedomSeeing the path of passionWriting a poem without meaning; So this is what one is:A looney wandering the worldSpeaking about loveTalking with treesAwakening the dark; Lovers come and goFalling in the deep hole of loveAnd yet, a last danceMust be held To feel the…
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Romantique by Jonathan B. Ferrini
“I live in a world of spring showers of acrylic and watercolor droplets painting the score on the pavement of a Chopin Nocturne.” These were the last words my brother said to me ten years ago at dad’s funeral. I welcomed the opportunity to see him and express my…
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Freedom by Gretchen Gossett
I often wonder if Azari would’ve been okay if I’d kept my secret to myself. Maybe she would’ve gone home to her parents, settled for a husband she’d learn to love. When I first saw Azari strutting across campus in her platform heels, low cut blouse, and miniskirt that revealed…
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Cherry Blossoms by Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi
Your blooms unravelat spring’s cuspmaking bare trees blush,unraveling somethingpulled too tight in me. An obsession,with their return,I uncoil so faras to run alonggreen Washington lawnsunder your pink umbrellas. Cast your beautyat my feet, like raindrops,of tiny scented handkerchiefsmesmerize the eyeof sunlit sky opento your frolics. I am lost in your…
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Fiery Quilt by Nandy Dibyasree
The Seamstress. That was what she was known as, the most omniscient witch in all of existence. She held in her palms the tapestries of every world amidst the crevices that peered through time and space. Each era, each incident, each recollection, was etched into her omnipotent needles. Regarded as…
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Gold by Jim Bates
Wearing a pink tank top and tights, Lindsey Copeland danced out of her corner into the center of the ring. Her opponent, a kid named Frankie she knew from her seventh-grade art class, approached her confidently. She could see him smirking and she knew exactly what he was thinking. You’re…
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Blank Screen by Bruce Gunther
All this day with its weight of stone –with its terrible freight of unmoving time. The walls inch closer as we cometo grips with the torpor of sameness. Let’s do something, anything, we say,even if it’s simply flipping the bum a quarter. What genius is he hiding, after all, ensconcedunder…
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Breezed, From Maine by Meg Peters
Literary illusions,chased, I bite my tongue, the phonograph is still,listen close, lean in nowthe past sounds like an interstate a phonograph or a window, city traffic hums,I wonder what you think about, things have been quiet, here, but maybe one day we will drive, past falling leaves, August rain. and…