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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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Fishers of Men

By Jon Jackson “The boy ain’t nothing but bad,” he said. “Like his daddy.”  Micah Mason dropped the hook into the water and the heavy rope snaked through his calloused hands.  An unfiltered Camel hung from his lip and he squinted against the smoke.  His blue Dickies were stuffed into…

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Soup

By Jon Jackson “Soup or salvation?” she said. “Beg your pardon?” He glanced around the room. A few old men sipped coffee and scanned the local paper. Dust drifted through the sunlight escaping the aluminum blinds like glitter in a snow globe.  Fluorescent lights buzzed sporadically and an ancient window…

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