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Dolores Part III
“Dolores sat and wept in pain until the early hours of the morning. With what strength she had after her shock, she dragged herself across the room, pulling herself through shattered glass from family portraits and the scattered contents of her nightstand drawers.”
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Carmen in the Sunset
Sitting on the veranda with her coffee cup, Her grey hair braided up, The lonely lady Carmen turns her eyes up
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“Brecht in Southampton – Personal Pleasures”
Morning at the coffeeshop Cheating traffic, the back-roads White clouds, the pale sky Parking near water, a book Midday at the bay, the breeze Water on your feet and scallop shells My sister’s laughter—baby mischief, feeling glad Scanning the view, white sails White rocks, sand, beach grass Sunsets, borrowed sunglasses Old friends Newer music Bonfires…
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Nominal Inheritance
I hate the thought of someday passing down the name Mahoney to my kids, and explaining to them that their name deprives them of a history.
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Telescoping Fear
We asked our stable of unstable writers to reflect on fear — personal, conceptual, metaphysical. They started with 300 words and narrowed focus and word count, by halves.
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The Screaming Woman
Let me tell you a story. There was a storm on the day my great-grandmother died.