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Fire blazing in the fireplace

Controlled Burn

by Cynthia Good Then it sparked into flame, Christmas            in the fire pit, a burst three times                        the size when it stood in the den festooned in bows, the Fraser Fir—            a shooting spiral of tangerine light.                        What should we burn next? you ask. Let’s burn…

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grass field at night where superhero lands

The Superhero Reaches Adolescence

by Ken Poyner You would never imagine how truly awkward this cape is. It is standard schlock for a superhero, so I use it. You would not expect a man who could deftly see through stone, deflect both dull lead and classy copper clad bullets, and bend-without-breaking riotous egg shells…

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Star shaped maple leaves covering the ground

New Year’s Day

by Cynthia Good So long cell tower dish sneaking inthe bedroom window, so longto saying thank you to taxi doorsheld open to slide across sticky seats.So long to dragging our bodies into roomswhere we don’t want to go, into argumentsthat aren’t our own. So long to tryingnot to wake the…

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Neighbors US Postal mailbox

Midwestern Nice

by Khristy Knudtson The Midwest region of the United States garners a reputation that is unlike any other. Wisconsin, where I have lived all of my life, embodies airs of apologetic pleasantries in almost every interaction. This concept of “Midwestern nice” is a pervasive descriptor of the Midwestern people—it defines…

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Palm trees on the way to the elevator

Loss

by Michelle Askin

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Train with rolling smoke on tracks

Rhapsody in Steel

by Ed Davis The first time I caught a freight train, it felt as if I had learned how to fly. One minute I was anchored to the ground—feet in the gravel, backpack weighing me down—the next I was moving through space, transported not by wings but by tons of…

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Mother caring for her young child

A Mother’s Love

by Tara Conrad For International Women’s Day, we celebrated the daily impact women have on our lives. This essay honors a loving mother who kept her heart open for the world no matter the challenge. When I was young, we struggled financially, often not having money to pay the bills…

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A sneakered foot stepping in the mud outside of the motel

Hold Tight

by Jeffrey Kingman after Kerouac’s “On the Road” she went out in the mud to find a head between his knees the two foggy bundles wandered there together from the steps of the motel court alone mixing up their boys    a prowl car came by possessions moved along self-propelled    hunchbacks…

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The community church for funerals

The Funeral

by Frank Jamison Y’all don’t know the whole story, and I can’t tell it all here. It’s too long. But Elbert Wiggins was killed in Hatchie Landing a long time ago. Two men, Malcolm Oakes and Bennie Hoskins, had something to do with it. My June’s husband, Nathan, died in…

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Father watching over his daughter

Daddy’s Girl

by: Kathleen Zamboni McCormick I recall being a relatively happy child of the sixties, until we discovered I was “exceptional.” Testing occurred in third grade, and they said they’d never seen scores like mine. My parents were contacted and told I was outstanding, possibly a genius. Apparently, Father’s first reaction…

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