Month: October 2017
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Letters to Jim Harrison
fiction by Sean Lovelace Letter to Jim Harrison #13 Another winding down, December. Thus attempting to name more trees, a field guide and close study of bark and berry and leaf. But it isn’t snagging the brain, too much folly. Still too jumpy to stop and seriously consider the rain, only the sound—ticking and tapping—only…
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Here I Am
Excerpt from The Map of Enough by Molly Caro May Grass scratched up against my hips. Grass, it seemed, was the way here, even as dark rushed around me: miles of grass, tall and dense and stretching back to black clumps of trees, slumbering mountains, and who knows what else on this warm July night.
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The Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon
baader-meinhof phenomenon, brain remodeling, isel garcia, Marie Christelle Garcia, mentally fit, poem, poems, poetryTwo Poems by Marie Christelle Garcia There…
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The Hunter Isn’t Coming and Grandma Is Dead
grandma is dead, hunter did come, poems, poetry, red riding hood dreaming, red riding hood poems, sarah blake, the hunter did come, the hunter isn’t comingThree Poems by Sarah Blake Before I die I dream about turning into so many stones that the wolf has to stay in this bed forever
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Naseeb or Not Naseeb
center for fiction, fiction, Hafeez Lakhani, hyderabad india, naseeb, naseeb or not naseeb, short storyFiction by Hafeez Lakhani In Rawalpindi, Anil lived downstairs. My father had kirana shop—small grocery—Anil’s father, dry fruit in same lane, and whenever I met Dad as he parted red dust of colony on scooter, it seemed he was offering me sweet dried dates from Anil’s father.
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Solstice
Nonfiction by Sean Prentiss Kingfisher Sarah’s birthday morning, she and her father in one canoe, casting into a stillwater lake. Blue dog and I in another, the solo canoe. Blue whining for land, whining to chase after frogs and snakes.
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For No One
Two Poems by Michael Brosnan In can’t-make-this-stuff-up detail, a three-year-old recalls his final hours as a World War II Navy pilot