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Battle Wounds
The sly whisper from mother to daughteron her wedding day still echoes in her ears,“Don’t blow up.” A smile creeps across her face, knowing her arrowhas hit its mark. The wound lies festeringin the daughter- a broken arrow never to be pulled from her heart. Featured Download: If you would like a…
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Reading and Decoding English
Reading and Decoding English 4 Letter 1.4 Expeditions If you know people who have Dyslexia, help them learn to read starting with this column. It takes patiences to teach them the individual sounds. This is an excerpt from Title: Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelle Siks yearz hav passd sins I…
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Saints of the Plagues
In the time of the coronavirus, people of virtue and morality — particularly Christians and post-Christians — search for meaning and a proper response: for the saints of the plagues to emerge. Tara and I often find that the best way forward is backwards. That is, to give the democracy of the dead a vote in how…
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there’s something
there is something to the act of letting go. letting go of your wants and desires, trading them for what becomes your needs never realized. in the sense that our very detailed, put-together and controlled lives can be abandonedwith a single thought, replaced instead with a primal desire for all to be right. all to be right,all to be right,all to be…
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Twilight
I’ve reached the age of forty-twoAnd squint to read small print and clocks;Can barely thread a needle through,And Mondays, slip on mismatched socks.But while most shapes are getting blurred,My eyesight getting worse and worse,Intangibles seem less obscured.Nevertheless I curse the curse For though I see the dusk aheadAnd wish with all my ebbing mightIt were…
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Hide-’n’-Seek
I used to enjoy games like Hide-’n’-Seek. The last time, I recallsqueezing down, flat on my side,behind a chest of drawers along the wall in the middle of the house. I was concealed so wellI could hear everything, and, for the most part, see.And no one found me. And I fellasleep. At Ali Ali Income-Free…
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The Shortest Years
The days are long and the years are short: the way he refers to how he was as a babyat three, plainly understanding our old dog not coming back and dad always getting on a plane.My eyes calculate the millimeter increasesin his legs in the stints I’m gone and photos and Facetime in the meantimepair…
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Leofflæd
Though she had often been warned about the will-o’-the-wisps, as a child, her curiosity drove her to follow one deep into the woods. She had been listening to the crows (anxious, as they were, to leave for the winter) when it caught her eye and lead her out of town, into the woods. She chased…
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The Curbside Discount
THE ORIENTATION: Professor Robin Nagle is situated so she can face all of us with her back against one of the four glass walls that make up the room we’re sitting in, a transparent cube within the otherwise penal-grey concrete basement that serves as host for the orientation before the tour. She begins hesitantly; the…
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Dream Box
It had been awhile since an evening opened up for all six of them to get together. The Sterlings were homeschooling their two boys, both of the Smiths were coaching their daughter’s basketball team, and the Kensons, though childless, were busy with work. When people wish for time to slow down, it seems to speed…
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on being human
what if we were scared of every opportunity? overcome by our doubts, our insecurities- deathly afraid of being exposed.we would never take a risk, never find heartbreak or pain.is that a good thing?what if we knew what each decision would bring? we would cease to make decisions.the reward of effort would vanish.the satisfaction of a love which only can…
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Chronic, Traumatic, Eden
At the base of the hills he met Emma, as they had done every day this summer, at 6:30. Their togetherness had become a kind of record; proof that one another had existed this and made the most of the long evenings. “Do you remember finding that tree that was struck by lightning?” Emma might…