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PUBLISHING POETRY, FICTION, NON-FICTION, & VISUAL ART FROM CREATIVE MINDS AROUND THE WORLD. A COMPREHENSIVE LITERARY MAGAZINE THAT PUBLISHES WRITERS AND ARTISTS OF ALL AGES.

SUMMER ANGEL BY R. M. KINDER

Lila was fanciful, her mother often said, a trait Lila assumed she would, or should, outgrow, though she didn’t want to. She liked her thoughts, how they surprised her and led her on stories. She had learned not to share, at least not often. She was eleven years old...

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LAWN GUIDE BY JOHN DOUGHERTY

I know what I should be doing right now, Thinking the deep thoughts that go along With the works of the great artistic masters: The Annunciation, the Blessed Virgin, The Last Supper, the timeless portrait. But my mind’s betaken by a simple Invasive weed in my front...

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TRI-ALOGUE BY JOHN DOUGHERTY

Professors have their comprehensive theories On the theme of intelligence and all its variations; The kids I just called “baseball smart” Have wound up tenurized into A “body-kinesthetic” category. There are seven others, by the way, Activities like avatars for inner...

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THE ELGIN THEATER BY JOHN DOUGHERTY

You fell asleep during “Ivan The Terrible, Part I,” all wrapped up In my old denim jacket – summertime Movie houses almost always Too cold for your comfort. We were reaching out toward elements That made us different from where we started, But still just wide-eyed...

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CURRICULM BY JOHN DOUGHERTY

All past things considered, Most of the writing is not worth reading, Most of the art not worth viewing. Most of the music not worth listening to, And much of the science flat out wrong. Education, then, is about the very little bit That’s not left out. The Language...

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DESCENDING THE FOOD CHAIN BY LEE ROBERT ROHE

In the tropics, predators lurking in the bays and coves feed at night. The black mirror of the quarry reflects the dome of constellations overhead. The mirror’s perfection is broken randomly by fish swirls. A rising tide opens the narrow inlet connecting the bay to...

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WHAT AUNT RUBY REMEMBERS BY TIM LOUIS MACALUSO

A vole of a woman some have used the word eccentric in describing her chestnut split-level hairdo peaks as high as any to take the stage at the Grand Old Opry, the Groucho Marx brows that hover over eyes lined in black with a shaky hand; they’re barely able to peer...

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WHO IS FATHER POUPOIRE? BY TIM LOUIS MACALUSO

Your beard of salt and pepper outlined a smooth mine of sorrow eyes melting in all directions like those of an impatient child, shinny surfaces pillows full and puffed into place, each corner of your room was one long eulogy on loneliness and a stricken man. Those...

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OAK TREE ON NORTH WINTON BY TIM LOUIS MACALUSO

Sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for gravity to return. You are the first thing I see each morning towering some 60 feet above the church’s roof on North Winton Avenue; your massive limbs like granite columns cretaceous arms raised in glory here before the...

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WHY WILLIAM HAD TO GO BY TOWNSEND WALKER

The lovely Julia sat at a small table with a cup of tea in front of her. The table was one of a few set out on the patio of the tea house. Across a grassy swath of lawn some twenty-five yards wide flowed a slow-moving stream along which, from time to time, a punt...

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THE SANDHOG BY JANE WARD

My grandfather built these tunnels The Lincoln and the Brooklyn Battery he from Donegal, she Roscommon two daughters and a son in a two-bedroom in The Bronx to us there was nothing more exotic the gritty shush of our feet on worn marble stairs -- the most New York...

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Safe Haven by Dan Hardison

The day is very hot with a chance of thunderstorms. As predicted, it begins to turn dark and then a distant rumble. As it grows darker, the sound of thunder grows louder. Then suddenly, a flash of light followed by a loud boom. Once the shock is gone comes the sound...

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The Garden Lost by Dan Hardison

Beneath a canopy of trees, through a maze of encircling shrubs, walkways of brick are lined with urns, planters, and pots. A pond and a gazebo, benches for rest and reflection, all about are statues with St. Francis keeping watch. Much work went into this space, its...

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The Rose by Dan Hardison

The rose perched upon a green stem lifts its face to the sun. The frilly petals unfurled rimmed in red and pink and within the folds dew drops glisten. A sight to behold rendered in paint upon the canvas.

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FREMONT PEAK BY JOAN LINDSAY KERR

I once lived on the top of a mountain Above the fog which billowed and shifted beneath my feet Like the gently lapping waves of a great, white sea. Other mountain peaks poked through that vast ocean –                      Isolated islands. And the sky above was very...

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THE BLOOMING OF THE VINE BY LUCIA HAASE

What led me to plant a clematis was my love of vines. I entrusted the soil to not keep secret the first tender bliss, that first sprout brought up by the root’s toil. And I saw it, carefully watering, waiting but only to find it could do no more. It then stayed...

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SEASIDE PONDERING BY LUCIA HAASE

There are ocean solitudes I seek on shore, eternal whisperings, the smallest shell- in fathomed longing for a quiet roar that laps into the deep and sandy core retelling shadowy secrets of the swell. There are ocean solitudes I seek on shore. A cloying melody I’ve...

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