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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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Bearings

by Sanjeev Sethi Molasses mingle with soupcon of memory creating sweetmeat with your signature. My mirror notes the rufescent. I look for fleece. It teases me of the warmth in your woolens. Plastic is my way of bargaining with bridges that go nowhere. In this resume how do I wiretap…

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