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Scuba Diving in the Living Room

Scuba Diving in the Living Room

Clown feet with flippers. My ten-year-old self insisted on the flippers. One foot up, one foot down as I walked/marched, duck hopped to…
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Rane Kelze
A Night Out

A Night Out

I’m too old to be here.
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S.J. Elliott
The Ordinary

The Ordinary

I’m glad I was paying attention.
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Mandy Osterhaus Ream
Round Trip: LA to Birmingham

Round Trip: LA to Birmingham

Dancing, Skating, Wig-Waming with Joan, Martha, and Eve
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Terry Barr
The Uninvited Lump in the Throat

The Uninvited Lump in the Throat

A series of suppressed expressions
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Diksha Singh
From Albuquerque to Santa Fe

From Albuquerque to Santa Fe

I’m standing on a platform waiting for the train. Sections of red railings like propped-up monkey bars separate rows of train tracks, and a…
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Jessica Lucia
Remembering Jim Porter’s Good Time Emporium, the Best Worst Bar in Louisville

Remembering Jim Porter’s Good Time Emporium, the Best Worst Bar in ...

A reminder to cherish the things you love, even if you don't love them all that much.
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Dan Canon
A Yearlong Summer

A Yearlong Summer

Some fleeting moments that felt like forever
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Viko Anugrah
Ostentatious

Ostentatious

On seeing someone more clearly.
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Callie Juniper
Finally Returning to the Classroom

Finally Returning to the Classroom

First I had to find something to wear.
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Mandy Osterhaus Ream
To All the Mugs I’ve Loved — A Chronicle of My Working Life

To All the Mugs I’ve Loved — A Chronicle of My Working Life

Because a mug can say the things I can’t bring myself to say
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Allison Cecile
Erased

Erased

“My! How you’ve changed!”
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Rane Kelze
Leaving

Leaving

When I was 12 years old, my mother told me she and my father were getting a divorce. We were sitting in the living room, which had a forest…
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Jessica Lucia
The Text Message

The Text Message

It is the future, but the past keeps showing up.
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S.J. Elliott
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