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RIDING THE J TRAIN BY ROB LEONE

Marvin is dressed in his all-time favorite outfit: scruffy plaid tuxedo, ruffled shirt and oversized bowtie; everything in shades of brown and burnt orange. The fact that he is only 12 and still wears braces on his very prominent front teeth does nothing to dim his...

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WELCOME TO THE NIGHT! BY PANXI WEI

Wake up, it is night! Wake up to the night From in here, we can now become more than light. So, stand by each one To a strange questioning sense is this, or is this not a hint at my long-lost sense? Proper arrangements claim a way he and she had taken, but These last...

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TREMBLING MIRROR BY VICTORIA TWOMEY

no longer a tourist only there to observe your fumbling hands search for meaning embrace complicated remains in a room below the stairs your skin, painted with so many seasons recollects a yearning caress, the source of a jagged scar your heart seeks the innocence...

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PARADISE BY VICTORIA TWOMEY

we were shopping for homes in the Paradise Estates driving along the peaceful, perfect streets identical roof peaks casting serrated shadows on unblemished driveways bright-green rectangular lawns when we came upon the scene- an old man lying on his back behind a...

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CONFESSION BY VICTORIA TWOMEY

in your boyhood you tucked your secret exploits away into your cheek and savored them there you come here now full grown with a boy of your own for confession to tell me of the many times you lit a fire in the woods how you and that pack of neglected boys you so loved...

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AUNT ADA’S APPLES BY R. NIKOLAS MACIOCI

Aunt Ada thought apples could fix the world for a while. Daily, she watched out her kitchen window as countless buds blossomed into tissue-thin flowers on a webwork of branches against sapphire summer sky. Eventually, clusters of Melrose apples ripened into a ruby-red...

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POSE BY R. NIKOLAS MACIOCI

I smoke my first cigarette to strike a cocky stance, to pass time I lean against a wall in an adult theater. I slouch, reluctant to stand too straight, maintain the macho effect. My lips pout smoke, as if it is even possible to shape smoke rings from amateurish puffs....

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MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS, WYOMING BY R. NIKOLAS MACIOCI

I step to the reservation desk to confirm a room. Luggage leans against my leg. I scribble my name on the register, already see myself captured in a Kodak snapshot, square chin shaved too close, smile stretching my face from slack of being older. Outside, Rocky...

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ALL THAT WE NEVER SAID BY R. NIKOLAS MACIOCI

Jim, my high school friend, reclines on the lawn, rolls newspapers for his four ‘o clock route. I like watching. It’s a quiet, July afternoon, Mosquitoes, close as a bad dream, pester my head, distract me from staring at his perfect neck, skin taunt with youth. He...

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WHEREVER I GO! BY LINDA S. GUNTHER

     “Wherever you go, there you are!” This original quote came from Thomas à Kempis in a spiritual work he crafted in the 1400’s. This was likely meant to be amusing but when you think about it, it is truly a profound statement. I’m a bona fide travel junkie. I...

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FROM THE TREE OF LIFE BY STEVEN R. WEINER

Worn down by touch Hanging slack from my shoulders Like two empty nets, These two hands hold fruit, A life that’s sliced in half, some Damage has been done Although the blade was sharp As a lonely day, Sharp enough To slit a kosher throat. Juice Squeezed out by the...

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HAMELECH (THE MONARCH) BY STEVEN R. WEINER

Forgive me my oversight, The stubborn ways I never notice You, a Monarch among butterflies With designs for a universe Drawn with black ink on your yellow wings The size of a child’s palm—You, who rose from a caterpillar’s bed, A Sabbath rest, a contemplation, Can now...

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THIS IS THE TRUTH BY STEVEN R. WEINER

The moon half full of light Sounds like the wind, With a hush as it withdraws With a tiny noise, a little clank. Maybe just the halyard clasp against a flagpole, Maybe the moon against discarded satellite antennas. But I’m aware this universe began with rattles, and a...

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