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Month: December 2014

Nothing by Liz Carroll  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

The grass is cold against my cheek. Blades tickle my throat, the gravel of the curb digs into my knees. The insides of my eyelids…

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Washoe County, NV by Alan Coats

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

 The man slit the last Lahontan cutthroat trout up the middle and scraped out the guts with his forefinger. It was probably the last one,…

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The Virgin by Millie Tullis  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

When she woke up she carried something in her womb that she had not carried the night before. She woke up and knew that it…

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Now Define Excited by Bear  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

I should be much more excited than I am. Every person I have told—each colleague, relative, health care provider, acquaintance—has squealed when I mentioned it.…

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Bicycle by James Jaskolka  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

I didn’t learn how to ride a bike until I was eight.  For years I had tried, and failed, and I had convinced myself that…

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Childhood Christmas by Danny P. Barbare  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

Sears. JC Penney’s. Belks. No malls.  Santa Claus was dad in the attic bumping around. Magically a bike. Frigid cold winters deep with snow. Russian…

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Finishing Touch by John Simonds  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

Honolulu, HI 2013 The marathon’s end hangs over the future, a welcome sight showing signs of age, its own and some still crossing under. The…

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India: Diwali by Jude Cowan Montague  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

1. Preparations The rows of earthenlamps, with their tiny little lips to kiss the day are pulled off the tower of clay by wet hands…

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Scavenger Hunts by Kaylee Pratt  

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

Middle of my childhood summer: I’d ask Mom to hide Easter eggs around the house. She’d heave an exasperated, motherly sigh, likely on behalf of…

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My Lover Today by by Kaylee Pratt

by adminPosted onDecember, 2014February, 2018

Three things lie on my bedside table: An ashtray, a condom, and my love for you. The tapestry he gave me is fleeing the wall,…

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