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Exponential Decay

By Maggie Kennedy “The orange tastes like a refrigerator,” my son says,spitting out his bite and pretending to gag,and though I have never tasted a refrigeratorI know what he means. The orange tastes like the plastic it was wrapped in.And though I have never eaten plastic,the conjured smell fills my…

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Grandfather’s House

by Alena Orrison The cold iron of the unicorn statue, Lying substantially in my hand Creates a glimpse into long ago. Gentle warmth from morning’s sun glow Grandfather’s face smiling and tanned. Just out of my grasp hang firm swollen oranges Reflecting the vibrancy of the sunrise. From a bough…

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