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Photo by Artem Podrez: https://www.pexels.com/photo/yellow-stem-of-flowers-on-a-clear-fish-bowl-4884109/

Fish Food for the Birds

by Mike O’Brien It seemed like a good idea at the time,  mixing fish food in with seeds, suet, and lard to make fat balls to hang around the garden.  Our feathered friends seemed to thrive on them.  So we kept on making more.   After a few months  we began to notice subtle changes in…

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Wisteria tree

Bloom

by David Armand Last spring I planted a wisteria tree in the yard with my father. It was the third time we’d met in person, having known one another for only five years.  Until then, neither one of us knew the other existed, but I had taken a DNA test on Ancestry and…

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Photo by Milad Fakurian on Unsplash

The Choosing Age

by Kamy Callow The chamber was quiet.  Soft lights pulsed along the white walls, shifting through gentle colors—rose, sapphire, gold—like the room itself was breathing. Children sat cross-legged on padded circles, perfectly spaced across the polished floor.  They were six years old.  They had no names—only numbers.  717 sat still,…

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Photo by Artem Podrez: https://www.pexels.com/photo/yellow-stem-of-flowers-on-a-clear-fish-bowl-4884109/

Fish Food for the Birds

by Mike O’Brien It seemed like a good idea at the time,  mixing fish food in with seeds, suet, and lard to make fat balls to hang around the garden.  Our feathered friends seemed to thrive on them.  So we kept on making more.   After a few months  we began to notice subtle changes in…

read more...

Wisteria tree

Bloom

by David Armand Last spring I planted a wisteria tree in the yard with my father. It was the third time we’d met in person, having known one another for only five years.  Until then, neither one of us knew the other existed, but I had taken a DNA test on Ancestry and…

read more...

Photo by Milad Fakurian on Unsplash

The Choosing Age

by Kamy Callow The chamber was quiet.  Soft lights pulsed along the white walls, shifting through gentle colors—rose, sapphire, gold—like the room itself was breathing. Children sat cross-legged on padded circles, perfectly spaced across the polished floor.  They were six years old.  They had no names—only numbers.  717 sat still,…

read more...