Category: Prose
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The House of the Living Rock
Fiction by Vinny Corsaro There was a gift shop inside Mount Acatenango. A real life gift shop, with fridge magnets, five-dollar sunglasses, and souvenir bobble heads. Some people might find it a little disingenuous to have one in an ancient holy site, but I didn’t.
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Sum of Our Parts
Fiction by Tracy Maxwell Jon never wanted to leave. He’d stirred earlier, happier than he could remember.
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Pianoforte
Nonfiction by Angela Palm You are the music while the music lasts. –T.S. Eliot My friend R. asked me once what drives my creative work. “Sorrow. Desire,” I said. “Those are very different things.” I disagreed. Everything I wanted made me sad.