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I Had A Nightmare Last Night

by Gil Hoy I had a nightmare last night A nightmare deeply rooted in an American nightmare Where churches and schools theaters and city streets were dying Where military weapons were firing into unsuspecting innocent crowds Tentwentythirtyfortyfifty pigeons intheblinkofaneye I awoke in a terrified sweat as bleeding children wailed and cried and screamed…

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Forever Blue: A Tribute to Chris Isaak

by Valerie Kinsey   Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing Jay—the second Jay—is shorter and squatter than the first and has skin the color of hazelnut gelato and a layer of fat over his muscles. He tells me he spent hours in the gym bulking up when he got out…

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Funeral Season

by Tony Press First there were only six, and then a few more arrived before noon, but the room was far from full. Nils wasn’t shocked at the low turnout but he was disappointed and that surprised him. He had attended so many funerals in the past year, almost always…

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Push-up

by Margaret McNellis Rose’s elbows trembled. A drop of sweat splashed onto the red jigsaw mat beneath her face. She scrunched her eyes shut and tried to remember to breathe. She tried to remember that this was what she wanted. She tried to remember that she signed up for this,…

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Terminal

by Matthew Hamilton Terminal. It is such an incredibly idiotic word. It has a meaning, born only from whoever decides these things, these silly definitions, yet it does not do it justice. Sure, it’s a nice, neat, euphemistic way to sum up the issue at hand, but the designation doesn’t…

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The Penmen Review – Volume 1 Anthology Published

We are pleased to announce the publication of “The Penmen Review – Volume 1,” our very first anthology, which features poetry, essays, book and script excerpts, and short stories from various authors from around the world, including many SNHU students. The anthology is available for immediate download as an eBook…

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Sisters

By Sheree McDonald I was reaching for my last cigarette when I caught a glimpse of the flashing blue lights in my rearview mirror. Shit. With a heavy sigh, I let the unlit cigarette fall to the ashtray where remnants of my habit clustered. A few moments later, the rim…

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