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Reflections by Justice Wright

As a young girl Ginny wondered why her grandmother never kept mirrors in her house. It was an abnormal superstition, but she never questioned her grandma about it. She only ever brought it up once and it was to her mother.             “Why doesn’t Grandma like mirrors?”             “It’s been that way since I was…

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Orion by Lori M. Myers

The room smelled of Lysol and potato chips as Sara stood there wondering why a married woman such as herself had come to a mixer where the male pickings tried to act like they were 45 but, in truth, didn’t look a day under 80. She tried to rationalize all of this as she winced…

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Curious by Envy Cardena

behind, behind, behindkeep running, you’ll never catch upthe years have already passed you by, little girlno sense in breaking your legs to catch up with themlay down on the ground and cry your pretty little eyes outaccept your defeat and stop your whiningthis is the hand that God has dealt youdon’t ask questions about his…

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The Seagull’s Harmonica by D.C. Houston

On this walk, as with all days,I move,until the moon,usurps the sun.The songs of life ongoing,do their best, to fill the barren space,you once occupied.Is it hubris,to say, you are the best there ever was.Daydreams of our eleventh hour,what I could have articulated, differently.How life could change so irrevocably in your absence.Why the sun burns…

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Peas by Taylor Lyon

“Peas””It’s a little past noon and church let out half an hour ago, the second service. The eight o’clock service is a little too early for fire and brimstone or the exaggerations of Revelations. That’s what Dad says, even though he didn’t come for the late service either. He hasn’t come with me and Mom…

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Drown the Clown by Gary Duehr

“Dats right, genius,” muttered Jeckles, flicking his cigar ash onto the gravel. “We iz a dyin breed, we iz.”             From the lawn chair beside his Winnebago, Jeckles eyed the bloody sun slipping down into the thin pines ringing the fairground lot. A red-and-white greasepaint target stretched across his sagging jowls. From his Yankees cap,…

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