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by Kimberly Hamilton In the interval between wakefulness and sleep, the lavishly embellished animals of my youth go round and round. They a...

After twelve years and one bullet to the heart, a friendship attempts renewal by Jona Jacobson          As there are guns for making war...

by Murray Edwards The salmon-colored scar erupted just below the woman’s throat and spilled down her alabaster skin, disappearing into a ...

by Hank Merrell I retired last year, early I guess you have to say, at sixty three, though it wasn’t soon enough for me what with bad knees...

by Peter Derk Last spring at work, someone came into my office and said, “There's an old man with a cane here to see you.”             ...