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To Cross A Raging River

By Jim De Marse I walked in the back door and smelled pot roast in the oven with gravy, peas, butter, and rolls on the side. Mom was making the gravy in a saucepan. I said hi, took off my jacket, and hung it on one of the hooks above…

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Airplane

Privilege

By David James Driving through North Hollywood, a few months shy of a legal beer, a glance in the rearview mirror suggested a mop of hair more ragged than normal. As thoughts of a haircut began to register, a storefront advertising unisex hairstyling appeared, and right in front of its…

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Fall Leaves

Grandfather

By Gwendolyn Jensen Some say that fall is death                       or death imagined.And it is true that color                       announces both,Whether painted on                       the leaf or skin,Whether red or gold                       or pale clay. Grandfather’s picture was painted                       in his autumnGarden, in his dark green                       garden chair,The leg rest up, his legs                       stretched out to whereThe rotogravure is spread                       all around…

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To Cross A Raging River

By Jim De Marse I walked in the back door and smelled pot roast in the oven with gravy, peas, butter, and rolls on the side. Mom was making the gravy in a saucepan. I said hi, took off my jacket, and hung it on one of the hooks above…

read more...

Airplane

Privilege

By David James Driving through North Hollywood, a few months shy of a legal beer, a glance in the rearview mirror suggested a mop of hair more ragged than normal. As thoughts of a haircut began to register, a storefront advertising unisex hairstyling appeared, and right in front of its…

read more...

Fall Leaves

Grandfather

By Gwendolyn Jensen Some say that fall is death                       or death imagined.And it is true that color                       announces both,Whether painted on                       the leaf or skin,Whether red or gold                       or pale clay. Grandfather’s picture was painted                       in his autumnGarden, in his dark green                       garden chair,The leg rest up, his legs                       stretched out to whereThe rotogravure is spread                       all around…

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