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jennifer-schmitt's picture
May.22.2009
They pile into the car, arms full of backpacks and folders and reports cards. The word goodbye fresh on their lips. As I navigate the school parking lot, I adjust my rearview mirror so that it fills with their two faces. Today would be a tough day, I knew that much. The last day of school, their...
farzana-versey's picture
May.22.2009
She said she was not a prostitute. "Look, if I were a whore, do you think I would be dressed like this? Do you think my breasts would sag?" Mona came into my life with a loud curse. In the dead of a summer night, I spotted her in a bylane, hurling abuses into the uncaring darkness. I was...
la-vergne-lestermeringolo-thatch-ph-d's picture
May.21.2009
I have been drafting the ideas for 2 books I wish to write and have book 1 published. Book 1 will start as a small ebook then develop into a full sized manual. Book 2 will be a full sized book. Book 1: A Training Manual for Tutors that will be based off of the Blog I have been writing and hope to...
joelle-martin's picture
May.21.2009
Maybe I didn't wish big. Maybe "someone" was looking out for me. For some reason I've always felt that I was being watched over, protected somehow. And I've always felt that something better, the best part of my life yet, was waiting for me just down the road. I guess I was born with a...
michael-boehm's picture
May.19.2009
My wife and I bought our first house a year ago on the rocky, blustery, chilly hiltops overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  The house was a solid, relatively new affair, remarkably similar to the mass-produced split-level suburban McMansions in which I had spent many hours of my youth: visiting friends...
brian-mckee's picture
May.18.2009
Once upon a time a man was born, he lived and he died. It was an unspectacular life by any estimation, yet thirteen generations later one of his progeny became the first man to walk on the moon. I do not know who this man is, yet I know he existed. We cannot know how important our lives are. We may...
farzana-versey's picture
May.17.2009
They lie there dead on shelves. Expiry dates written on them. They are always at the bottom or the crimp where you won’t notice. “Use within 24 months” it said on the bottle of hair conditioner. The two years had passed a year ago. I was still using it after my shampoo. Today, for some reason, I...
dorraine-k-darden's picture
May.08.2009
May 8th, 2009   Wild Wind Chimes There are two kinds of people in this world: those who like wind chimes and those who don’t. I DO. And apparently so do little old ladies and squirrels. Let me explain. My sister mentioned...
jennifer-schmitt's picture
May.08.2009
How she remembers it after all this time, I couldn’t tell you. In Indiana, not far from where we used to live, there’s a county road with a few miles of great hills - the kind that when you drive over them (a little above the speed limit, necessarily) make your stomach leap and fall. My...
james-whyle's picture
May.08.2009
Scarlet, yellow, green and gold Flaming in the evening cold, Sparked by fires of the sun Flinted from the atom's gun.   How do these images ignite Within a mystery, a light?   Inside the whole, the nought can see Black holes in the approaching night.