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Bloodlines by Ranney Campbell
Bloodlines by Ranney Campbell
I could feel the terror in my flesh in the darkness before I opened my eyes. A tightening, here and there, all over my body. …
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Oct 18, 2023
Rooting against the Sox by J. Weintraub
Rooting against the Sox by J. Weintraub
The first baseball game I ever attended was in old Connie Mack Stadium at 35th and Lehigh. My father had taken me and three others …
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Oct 12, 2023
Bear in Mind by Michael Diamond
Bear in Mind by Michael Diamond
Cy-ku. Or cyaiku. Whatever handle you slap on it, it’s hot, it’s new and it’s sweeping the Web. …
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Oct 12, 2023
Plot Points: How Reading and Writing Have Ruined Us All
Plot Points: How Reading and Writing Have Ruined Us All
There’s a budding young writer camping out on my couch — broken, and broke — who lives under the popular (mis)impression that all writers…
Katherine O. Matthews
Oct 7, 2023
Two Stories by Julia C. Spring
Two Stories by Julia C. Spring
“Second Time Around” and “Drumming for the Pole”
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Oct 7, 2023
And the Stars Were Shining… by Aysel K. Basci
And the Stars Were Shining… by Aysel K. Basci
A few years ago, I discovered the Metropolitan Opera’s Live in HD and the Royal Opera House’s Live Cinema Season programs…
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Oct 3, 2023
Church Street Beat by Nicole R. Zimmerman
Church Street Beat by Nicole R. Zimmerman
Yes, I remember that railroad flat we shared on the third floor, the one with the chandeliers and dumbwaiter closet and wall heater…
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May 24, 2023
Blowing the Lid off DC’s Exploding Manhole Covers by Michael S. Diamond
Blowing the Lid off DC’s Exploding Manhole Covers by Michael S. Diamond
The other day in conversation with my old pal JP something triggered a memory of the truly bizarre and occasionally frightening rash…
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May 24, 2023
A Waltz Out of the Blue by Bashir Cassimally
A Waltz Out of the Blue by Bashir Cassimally
The waters of Blue Bay are not as blue as the name suggests but more of a greenish aquamarine hue. That is until one goes in. …
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May 24, 2023
Antisocial Pastoral Velvet by Stephen Mead
Antisocial Pastoral Velvet by Stephen Mead
Leading to the door of my apartment is a short hall with [a] sort of anti-welcome — a mat before my neighbor’s door which reads: GO AWAY.
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Mar 25, 2023
Until the Music Stops by Toni Martin
Until the Music Stops by Toni Martin
We slip into Havana from Cancun near midnight, hours late. The heat on the tarmac is layered with gasoline fumes…
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Mar 4, 2023
A Prayer in Times Square By Iris Dorbian
A Prayer in Times Square By Iris Dorbian
A personal essay recounting the impending loss of the author’s father and the unexpected comfort given her by a stranger…
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Feb 24, 2023
Finding Peace with Anxiety by Stacy Alderman
Finding Peace with Anxiety by Stacy Alderman
A personal essay recounting how the writer turned her biggest weakness — anxiety — into her strongest asset.
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Feb 15, 2023
Searching by Liesel Hamilton
Searching by Liesel Hamilton
It was still light out when we left Kerry’s mother’s house: a one level, newly built house … a place where we slept and ate…
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Feb 14, 2023
Going Into the Wild
Going Into the Wild
It’s been two days since my last ride. My right arm aches, thumb suffers from rigor mortis. Enormous backpack hangs off my shoulders…
joeaultmoore
Feb 7, 2023
Am I Still a Mother If… by Susan R. Barclay
Am I Still a Mother If… by Susan R. Barclay
Am I still a mother if my children are dead? Merriam-Webster thinks not. A mother is a female parent. I cannot parent a dead child…
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Jan 30, 2023
Note to Self
Note to Self
2016. Notes. January 23, 2016. 10:47 PM. … When I write this note, I have spent twenty-seven years thinking of myself as a closed circuit…
Jackie Hedeman
May 12, 2022
Old Hollywood by Alan Swyer
Old Hollywood by Alan Swyer
Years ago, when I was still relatively new to Los Angeles, and newer still to the film business, I was walking to lunch one day …
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Apr 28, 2022
The Hypnotic Danube by Pam Munter
The Hypnotic Danube by Pam Munter
I am standing in front of the microwave with its door open, ready to insert the bag of popcorn that I’ll have for dinner…
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Oct 31, 2021
A Responsibility to Plant Yellow Flowers
A Responsibility to Plant Yellow Flowers
When we put him to sleep, will it hurt?
Katharine Valentino
Oct 28, 2021
I Lived with My Ex after We Broke Up by Christine C. Hsu
I Lived with My Ex after We Broke Up by Christine C. Hsu
My sister was paying for lunch at her prestigious law firm cafeteria, and I broke the news to her that I was moving in with my boyfriend …
Defuncted Editors
Jun 17, 2021
The Desert Visitors by Leah Mueller
The Desert Visitors by Leah Mueller
Sex in your dead mother’s bed is a lousy idea, even four months after her funeral. The grim setting might add a sordid, erotic appeal, but
Defuncted Editors
May 8, 2021
A Sign in Mexico by Tony Press
A Sign in Mexico by Tony Press
Some corners are auspicious, some confused. In Iowa I once lived at Sunnyside and Bittersweet.
Defuncted Editors
Dec 31, 2018
At the End
At the End
In the final weeks she lay propped on a stack of pillows, her hospital bed in the dining room now. They’d stopped the chemo …
jacqueline.doyle
Dec 30, 2018
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