Month: May 2017
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Firsts
An Essay by Roy Luke Coffey The first time I was in a firefight, I was caught in the wide open. The patrol had come to a halt, and as I began to look around I realized how exposed I was.
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Halyomorpha Halys
Fiction by Megan Fahey The stinkbug trod along the baseboard—one slow, sure stick-leg in front of the other. Jennifer clutched a towel to her breast and watched the insect closely.
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The Way We Listened to Music
A Poem by Elizabeth Vignali In the den, lights off, windows open behind beat-up blinds. I sat on brown shag carpet, parted its long strands to find the yellow glue disintegrating between the fibers in sharp crumbles like sugar.
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Pomona’s Prayer
A Poem by Meri Culp Pomona, goddess of garden, of orchards, lead me to your sacred grove, where plum shadows curve, rounding to dusk,
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Seven
A Poem by Cindy St. Onge (for Virginia Woolf) We are ever walking to deep water, heavy with stones around our waists, sunk by the heft of the legend
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A Walk in The Back Lot
A Poem by Elizabeth Poreba Criss-crossed by disturbance in the trees— branches tossed and heaped as if for bonfires of monstrous festivities— and sealed off by snow annealed to shell, the wood road was invisible.
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Litter & Cattails
A Poem by Stephen Wells Brand I recall the chilly pewter sky when we made a kite using litter & cattails
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New Look
Aram Mrjoian Two months after the World Trade Center collapsed, I bleached my hair like Slim Shady so the other seventh graders would stop calling me a terrorist.