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Boys in the Trees by Elizabeth Dunphey
There’s a girl in one of my classes. She’s a model and some kids call her a bimbo, after class, in the hallway, where she can’t hear. She has black hair and pillowy lips, In my notebook, I sketch...
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Hollywood Woman by Miguel Gardel
Nicole really dug me. She dug me because I understood her. “You’re the only one who understands me,” she’d say. “You’re the only one.” But to understand her was easy. Anyone could have done it. What I...
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La Giudecca – Venetian Festival, Irish Interlude by Claire McCurdy
The Fiesta- the Biennale: An old friend from Nagasaki invited me to Venice to cover the Biennale Architecture Exhibition, and to stay with her on the island of La Giudecca. Wonderful...
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The Man Who Paid in Tears by Mike Miller
Mr. Beano’s, a locally owned coffee shop with a hippie stench and tie dyed designed walls, was where I met up with a friend. The choice was his and I was not sure why, because as soon as I greeted him...
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Into the Blue on New Year Eve or Slumber in Mother’s Lap by Valery Petrovskiy
I haven’t been to seaside for long. It had been long time since then and I forgot the sea smell. And a sea odor in Sharma-al-Sheikh was more perceptible than the waves’ rustle and one felt it earlier...
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Remembering Autumn Cannibalism by M. Chase Whittemore
1939: Dalí Franco, and a man dressed in comrade red, sit down together to eat each other starting at the toes. They cut thighs like steaks slurp organs like oysters and scoop eyes like ice cream....
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