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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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Wednesday’s Road by David Swan
Nobody could figure out what he wanted with that car. For years he’d proudly hung on to his restored ‘71 Camaro, then out of the blue had bought an electric, the kind that could drive itself most of the time. “Oh, I thought it was time for a change,” was all he said. His daughters, […]
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The Menace to Society at the Dew Drop Inn by Cerys Harrison
Mary Frances was told what Danny Flowers did by his sister. Enid tentativelyapproached the back porch where she sat, slowly chewing soda crackers in the shade while listening to Eddie Cantor’s scratchy tenor through the open kitchen window. A bottle of Coca-Cola sweated on a small wooden table between a pair of rocking chairs. Mary […]
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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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1920 by DC Diamondopolous
A ray of sun strikes the copper’s badge and bounces off, lighting up the voting box inside H. L. Drugstore in me South Bronx neighborhood. Now washed and mended, I wear the same once-blood-splattered and mud-stained dress, patched at the cuff, tattered ‘round the collar. It shows the scars from when we marched down […]
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First Fire by Wilda Morris
Maybe rain was comingin torrents, or snowpiled up outside the meagerlean-to the day maninvented fire.Maybe his legs were brokenfrom a fall down the sideof an icy mountain.The woman dragged himto his pine-bough bed.Confined, cold and hungry,he complained as the womannursed their insatiable babe. He drummed two sticksagainst a log to the cadenceof the baby’s sucking,rubbed […]
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