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Voice

by James B. Nicola I heard my mother’s voice today. Thanksgiving  weekend. Ten years this January. My nephew played a very loving voice  mail message from her he has kept on his  cell phone ten years. My brother said he has  kept three such messages. My nephew said  he had another one and wept awhile.  It made…

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Early Morning Search Patterns (From a Helicopter)

by Rob Simpson Staring out the window, my senior year of high school, I would hope a friend walked by. When he or she did, I’d have an excuse to ask to use the bathroom, run my schoolmate down, sneak off to smoke a cig. Or talk about boobs. Or…

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It Could Be Argued I Was Issued a Wife

by Rob Simpson You can imagine what a group of sailors look like in the Bahamas after three weeks at sea. If you can’t, it looks like white skin turning red before your eyes and tan lines at right angles. It looks like beer spilling from solo cups, splashing poolside,…

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