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GRACE BAY VILLANELLE BY TERRY S. JOHNSON

Emerging waves against a shore must break defined by wind and distance to the moon while humans meander a mysterious fate. Our unmapped lives a challenge to navigate through snowstorm, earthquake and typhoon. Rising waves...

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WHAT THE CROW DOES BY LINDA TROTT DICKMAN

Researchers in Seattle revealed last year that captured crows remember the face of their abductor ~ Megan Gannon You threw the list out the window. The list I needed to complete the job. The Plymouth Polara complained. I didn’t...

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A Scout’s Own By Linda Trott Dickman

We need one another, So I will defend, Each man as my brother, Each man as my friend. ~ A. Kramer*, J. Whitney* We islands, gathered ‘round the campfire; a fire we built, a scene we set, a ceremony called A Scout’s Own. We sang...

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PYTHON BY ELIZABETH MORSE

Still recovering from Long COVID, Anne pushes her walker down the hall. Once ill, she became unsteady on her feet. She has on a floral print dress in a style she has always liked. Aiden, her son, has brought Starbucks and waits...

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IN A PANDEMIC TIME BY MARIO DUARTE

In your front yard, rain taps each pink magnolia petal swaying in the chill breeze. You count between the drops, like the trickle of our time, hoping to avoid thought. Your hand brushes your hair. Will teaspoons of sunlight...

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FORGIVE, FORGET BY DOUG LEWANDOWSKI

Being angry was nothing new for Michael. He was born irritated; had heard the stories ad nauseam from his mother and aunts. If he was crossed, he remembered. To forgive and forget was not on his horizon. He tried to ignore...

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CHURCH BY CYNDI CRESSWELL

“No more church!” Dad growled while shaking his well-muscled fist; “Sunday’s my one day off, and I’m not spending it with a bunch of good-doers.” Mom, dressed in her full choir robe, seemed to shrink. Garith, though, jumped and...

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THE HUG BY BARBARA TOBONI

It was the kind of dream you don’t forget more vision than dream you feel awake you feel everything You feel touch as if in someone’s arms you feel the texture of their shirt the whole fit of their body as when your lover...

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WHAT THE MIND CREATES BY LAUREN OERTEL

For years after that night, my pulse raged, my stomach clenched at the sound of anything moving outside my window. I held in my breath fearing an exhale would reveal me. I saw them looming in my doorway. A man with a knife, a...

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AT LAND’S END BY PHILIP GOLDBERG

He had come to Big Sur. His goal wasn’t to surf but to see the sunset over the Pacific. A group was forming on the earthen and grass plateau at Molera State Park. Many folks with the same idea, he mused, watching a frisbee throw...

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