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Sally Bliumis-Dunn: Work

The father sanded the gunwales,the boy coiled the lines.
And I admired them there, each to his task
in the quiet of the long familiar.

December 30, 2019 · Leave a comment

Baruch November: Summer, Duluth, M.N.

we reel
in crappie after crappie,
laughing at their name
and the ease at which
they are hooked

July 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Yana Djin: April Elegy

again April is here
with its sun of brass
and its moon of steel

April 24, 2019 · Leave a comment

Al Maginnes: The Book of Forgetting

By now she’s tired of stories spotlighting her early deeds, actions too endearing to be plotted, or the years before she came, blanks of time distant as fires in the … Continue reading

August 14, 2018 · Leave a comment

Andrea Hollander: Betrayals

At least my father did not betray anyone. It was the plaque in his brain that betrayed him.   As for my ex—well, time passes, and I see how some … Continue reading

July 30, 2018 · 10 Comments

Michael Simms: Names

Lea wants to change her name to Tina. Her mother says she must think very carefully because a name has to fit. The wrong name can bind like someone else’s … Continue reading

June 16, 2018 · 7 Comments

Fred Shaw: The Toolbox

I search for the red-handled Phillips-head among the clutter of Dad’s Air Force toolbox; the obsolete, English-sized wrenches, the vise-grips and channel locks looking to grasp smooth shouldered bolts with … Continue reading

December 8, 2017 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Love Not Money

The first time my three-year old son said the words I Love You was when my ten-year old daughter, his big sister, was away on a school trip, and when … Continue reading

September 9, 2015 · 2 Comments

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