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a statue of an angel appears to be blowing clouds into the sky from a horn

The Angel

By Phibby Venable An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fifteen – year old Katie, who couldn’t take her eyes off the golden wings and slim figure. “Mama, don’t you…

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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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The view of a valley filled with trees and a small body of water. Clouds cover the sky.

Attitude

by Marc Livanos On comfy lounges I sit observing the panoramic view of the green valley below. Clouds blanket the horizon but here and there bits of blue peek through. Live oak’s shimmering leaves mingle with the evergreens towards the far-off skyline. Chattering bluebirds fill the air with chirps longingly…

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Unremitting

by Marc Livanos I touch cool grittybay waters,full of blue-green wavestossing and rollingplayfully animated,as they crash against the shore. I taste saltiness,carried and flung ontwisting twirlingmisty sea breezes –briny, fishyforever saline. In this roux, the laughingcries of seagulls carrythe wisdom of the ages,as their mocking attitudetaunts me –dude, go home,…

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