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Monday, November 24, 2025

The Pusher by Ace Boggess

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The neighbor with dementia wants what she wants. I go to five or six shops to find it, even then a close approximation: Slim- Fast milkshake...
Sunday, November 23, 2025

Surgeon General Warns of Epidemic of Loneliness by Ace Boggess

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We wade through shallow ends of empty pools & crowded rooms. Our heads drip onto our phones. Who are you? says the stranger, a lusty god...
Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Ash Loaf by Steve Klepetar

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The bakery burned all night. Flames rose like astonished birds. The smell of sugar turned bitter as smoke stitched itself into the trees. By...
Thursday, October 30, 2025

Ordinary Life by Terri Kirby Erickson

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My father wore threadbare white t-shirts and blue pajama bottoms to bed, a plaid bathrobe in the mornings. He liked to read the local paper ...
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Monday, October 27, 2025

Cashews by Penelope Moffet

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Every month or so they come, Mom quietly, Dad trying to be nice. Last night he had me slivering cashews. He wanted them precisely sliced but...
Monday, October 13, 2025

Maui Wowie by Howie Good

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Grass smells funky, just like it did when I was young and cool and my use of it was nonmedicinal, but now, given my accelerated rate of deca...
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Monday, September 29, 2025

“Till That Plate Is Clean, Young Man" by Russell Rowland

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The stalemate was over corned-beef hash. As sunlight faded in the kitchen, family life went on elsewhere without me. It was a meal without g...
Sunday, September 28, 2025

At the Warner, NH Indian Museum by Russell Rowland

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Good morning! You may call me Ellie. I will be your guide today. My Abenaki name is Lady Slipper. This exhibit hall is circular, in keepin...
Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Gifted Student by Lorri Ventura

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In the amount of time it takes you to brush your teeth He assembles 500-piece jigsaw puzzles Starting by turning every interlocking bit Over...
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Thursday, September 11, 2025

Anneliese by Rick Swann

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          born 8/30/2025 A fire in the Olympic Mountains cast a golden spell on the moon the moment of your birth. Out on the deck, a breeze...
Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Bezoar by J.I. Kleinberg

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Our third-grade teacher, Mrs. Dyer, says to us: No Chewing Gum. But ruminants, we chew and chew — Double Bubble, Juicy Fruit — and blink awa...
Saturday, August 23, 2025

Letter Home by Richard Weaver

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After the train to Canton no one believed I wanted to walk. There is the train they said. Or bus. But for twenty days I’ve walked across Chi...
Friday, August 22, 2025

Father Mississippi: A Prayer by Richard Weaver

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Bless these ferns that struggle to lift their heads in a world where temptation is a bulldozer and man is blind to everything that doesn’t b...
Thursday, August 21, 2025

Confessions of a Beachcomber by Richard Weaver

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If I wake early I walk toward the sun; if late, away. I accept what the island provides. Obvious things I leave: shells, numinous and ordina...
Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Absence by Steve Klepetar

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If only the wind had leaned in with a whisper, instead of slamming the door like a judge. If only the tea had steeped a little longer, and t...
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Saturday, August 2, 2025

Beyond the Frame by Ann Leamon

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The woman lies alone in the field— you’ve seen the painting—peering over the horizon. The gray, weathered house looms behind her, overwhelms...
Friday, August 1, 2025

Love Song in Silence by Ann Leamon

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Four days before Christmas,           he died. She wrapped herself           in silence. No need for that constant stream of one-sided conve...
Thursday, July 31, 2025

Small Acts of Subversion by Ann Leamon

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We are becoming a police state, says HCR, who lives across the river. Apparently, she never sleeps. Her essays, cited thoroughly —to rub met...
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Friday, July 25, 2025

Reunion Registry by Shoshauna Shy

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Methodist Social Services sends mention my maternal grandmother suffered with arthritis, died of diverticulitis, but there is nothing more. ...
Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Knots by Frank C. Modica

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My impatient adolescent brain thought Alexander the Great got it right when he severed the Gordian knot with one slash. I spent many years t...
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