Recent Writing

An empty court room.

Some are Born Free

by Marc Livanos Everybody knows everyone. When you do something, the telephone lines light up like a Friday night football field. It is early spring, so most trains just pass this town on their way to Chicago. Old men sit on benches catching-up on bushels of corn, sorghum and winter…

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A porch filled with plants and sunlight.

Soft Spaces

by Andrea Rathbun I check the rearview mirror just as her chin hits her chest and at last comes to rest. I sigh, louder than necessary, letting out a breath that I’ve held for the last four months. I glance at the other side of the back seat and see…

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Girl coloring in her classroom.

Slide on Over

by Juanita Jones Hey kid Why don’t you slide on over Sit on down And tell me a story Your road’s been long With fear and hate On the grounds of a school War waged Without any end Except maybe yours Hey kid Why don’t you slide on over Sit…

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