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Am I Forgetting Your Voice?

By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow it drifts away,A whisper lost to time. I close my eyes,Straining to hear the gentle echoOf you calling my…

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Herding Shadows

By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so involved with their animals. Until we got Marco and Isabella, our Spanish Water Dogs, and became too…

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A Reckoning (2014)

By: Peter Aronson Every Sunday morning, Paul rides the subway uptown from his place to visit his mom and dad in their Morningside Heights apartment. Although he was forewarned by his older friends, he was struggling with what he was…

A Daisy Trilogy

By: Bruce Levine Daisy’s Life Driving to Florida Daisy loves the car, so a 1400-mile trip was perfect for her. My wife and I are only good for about 6 hours a day, so we made lots of stops. Daisy…

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The Smile

By Eugen Oniscu With each passing day, Chirilă Leonte’s health worsened more and more. He was forced to give up his work as a bricklayer because he was feeling increasingly unwell, yet he could not bring himself to go to…

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200 Meters of Fish

By Zary Fekete “You can’t pray a lie – I found that out.” Emmanuel lifted his head after re-reading the same line for the fifth time. He finally gave up. He had been trying to read Huckleberry Finn to practice…

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‘Truth Now’ and other poems

By: Bruce Mundhenke Truth Now See all that is before you as it is,Beauty…See all that is before you at once,Oneness…See all that is before you as it should be,Peace…See all that is before you as it sings in harmony,Joy…Give…

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As Always

By: Luis Iglesias-Villacorta It was late in the evening, and they lay in bed feeling the warmth of each other. The moonlight shone on their feet and a breeze came in through the window. They faced each other and talked…