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By: Gerard Sarnat Well you maybe vaguely recall third grade history but definitely for sure still can see in your mind John Wayne movie...

By: Joe Volpe Suddenly your eyes sharpen, forehead furrowed like folds of hills carved by glacial waters. I’m reminded of trivia nights...

By: David Colodney And next week I’ll ask you the same question again even though you told me last week not to always ask when you’d be...

By: Eric Bodlak In January, we watched Flight 2379 spirit him up into the choppy grey, until even the bright-white of the tailborne LEDs...

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By: Peter Junker 1. A WHITE COLLAR LIFE The welfare of the workers has been put In my hands after my leadership skills We're recognized...

By: Jimmy Symington IV THAT THERE IS SOMETHING I SHOULD REMEMBER TO DO I drain night for its ashes. I baptize salt to store the sun. I...

By: Flose Boursiquot Through the screen I see: eyes blood red lips trembling then I see him. Then, him. He speaks through tears ...

By: Addison Hoggard Facada The dogs here all look like puppies, stunted grumbles behind soft eyes attached to bodies that sing years and...

By: Caitlin McGillicuddy Already broken Mess one, pile two Stuffed fierce and strong. A puff of cigarette smoke Wisps then gone. You...

By: Irwina Samara When You Dance When you dance You invent a new alphabet One that’s spoken proficiently In the African Sahara As well as...