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A partially silhouetted figure riding a horse at sunset

Tools of the Trade

By Ruby Peru When, at ages twelve and thirteen, Maureen and I were deposited for safekeeping on an Arizona horse ranch for the duration of the summer of 1980, it was very much as if we had both dropped from outer space, but from completely different spaceships. The ultimate tomboy,…

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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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