Bide – by Steven Ray Smith

Bide The meaning of life is death. The meaning of Christianity is life after death. The profusion of words is to bide time.   Steven Ray Smith

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Review of “The Sarah Book” by Scott McClanahan

Falling into The Sarah Book A strange, compelling self-reflection, The Sarah Book by Scott McClanahan, entices with its sweet, exp…

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MY COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT – by John Grey

My older brother would tag along after my sadness. He’d watch me stuff my head in the pillow, scratch at the blankets, squeeze the sheets together like the pimple on my chin. “What have you got to complain about,” was his favorite saying. I’d take a swipe at him. It was house money. At best, […]

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3 senryu – by Helen Buckingham

the tension around my tension tension     full moon beyond good and evil     MLK Day the killing continues

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Becoming Jewish – by John C. Mannone

            After daddy died, I watched momma slowly convert from Sicilian Catholic to Baltimore Jew when she married Mr. David Morris. I met him long before momma did, at a local pool hall where he was a ball-racker, and bald, like I am now, and he had piercing eyes. I had no idea he would become my father. […]

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The Climb – by Jacqueline Masumian

From the parking lot I see the class building with the cell towers looming ahead of me. I’m not sure it’s tall enough, but I have to try. At the crossing a red van slams on his breaks to let me walk. Why bother, I want to yell, just run me over, please. I march […]

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The Pebble – by Rebecca Harrison

Sarah found the pebble on the beach. It was the colour of shaken clouds. She put it in her pocket, took it home, settled it on her bedside table, and went to sleep. In the morning, the pebble had grown – it filled her hands. It was as cool as wind shadows. She held it […]

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