Tag: In Parentheses
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You are a hero…by G. Mramor
You are a hero
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Love, and All Its Mutations – By L. Breen
On the topic of sex, all that I was told by my mother was that there is a difference between having sex and making love, which, to her credit, turned out to be quite accurate. Others I know were confronted with statistics, Prevention Method B versus Prevention Method C, with Prevention Method A (“The Big…
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The Bell Tower by L. Breen
On cold winter Sundays, between sermons, he liked to climb up to the top of the bell tower. He bundled himself up in his winter gear, always sure to include the matching hat and scarf set that a parishioner had knit for him, and made his way up the old wooden ladder. When he first…
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Skin By L. Breen
As a young child, she spent the summers in Florida with family friends. She was continually overwhelmed by the amount of asphalt she found there, the meeting place for the neighborhood children being the hot black tar pool at the end of the cul-du-sac. Often, in the early mornings, they could find a sheath of…
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Snapshot – Short Story by L. Breen
All of her family photos are amateur in the purest, most endearing sense, characterized by eyes squinted shut and flies shamelessly unzipped, and although the background may change – the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the Lincoln Memorial — the photos come in only two standard compositions: her standing beside her mother and her standing beside…
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Skim Milk and Doorknobs – Short Story by L. Breen
Writer’s Note: An accomplished and eloquent teacher told me that if something is worth writing, it is worth writing until you perfect it, until you believe the story as you believe your own memories. Stories, she said, are where the energy lives inside of us, and our job as writers is to find where that…
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Styrofoam – Short Story by L. Breen
She prefers paper cups to Styrofoam. Styrofoam is too kind on the hands. She always thinks that to hold a Styrofoam cup feels safe, and therefore the liquid inside is at perfect drinking temperature. Only after the initial sip and burnt tongue does she ever find out otherwise. She had done that very thing just…
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Autobiography, A Concerto in Three Parts – By L. Breen
I: Rubbernecking To be read with much distrust, as lyrics translated from a dead language. A scene pulled from the depths of a child’s memory. We were packed in the car, driving to somewhere or away from something. Nausea was just setting in or only beginning to wane. The sky was slate gray, indicating some…
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Catalpa on the East River, Randall’s Island – Preview by M. Pitter
New York City celebrates music on Randall’s Island for the first time under the auspice of Catalpa. The Catalpa Music Festival takes place on the 28th and 29th of July featuring an iridescent collection of artists ranging from headliners The Black Keys and Snoop Dogg to the Harlem ‘goldie’ A$AP Rocky, from Matisyahu to Girl…
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Unsaved Post – Poem by Jessica Gawrych
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