Non-Fiction
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Baja – Helen Head
“Awake?” Katie calls. A beam of light sweeps over me and I give a thumbs up. Ready. It’s 4:45AM, mildly chilly. There are 5 million stars in the sky, and I think I can see them all. I reach out of my sleeping bag, pull the plug on my sleeping pad and drop to the…
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A Fire of Snow – Brian Michael Barbeito
Quiet was the forest way, and the snow would sometimes erupt like a summer fire for an unseen wind that had gathered it suddenly and brought it up like magic. Then there would be just Pines and old Oaks, the frozen pond small but present, or a winter bird going here or there. But, mostly…
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Making Bread for Those Who Imagine They Quite Possibly Could – Faith Hanna
Over two-decades of cooking has taught me that a lot can go wrong with simple recipes. Most cookbooks don’t include plans B, C, and Z. Take bread for example. Investment-prone people can convert practically any phase of bread– sums of unintegrated ingredients, doughy masses, steamy loaves, culinary innovations, or spoiled goods – into a feast’s…
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Untitled – Simeon Otyrba
Regardless of the value I feel in fluidity, often when without direction, I wish I had more form. I imagine I would erect myself and propel towards anything but the washing-away. Do away with the drifting, the push and pull, the blur of environmental embrace. To be a form for form’s sake. But the form…
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IN DEFENSE OF A SEDENTARY LIFESTYLE – Roberta Moore
Whenever I get the urge to exercise, I just lay down and it goes away. Unlike most people I know, I hate exercise; it’s exhausting and it’s boring. What’s the point of running nowhere? When I get in a swimming pool to cool off on a hot day, I float on my back watching the…
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A journal excerpt: Too Gay to Pray Sometimes – Christine Alicea Gaan
Growing up I avoided birthday parties, so I didn’t have to play 7 minutes in heaven with Victor or so I didn’t have to pretend I was excited to kiss Evans during spin the bottle; but mostly so that no one would see my accidental smile when the bottle landed on Michelle, and everyone screamed,…
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Taking tea: Experience During my Travels – B. Lynn Craig
I am a tea drinker. I’m not fond of coffee. During the early part of my life I drank Orange Pekoe black tea. I had it with lemon. When I graduated from high school, I got a gift from my elderly neighbor – a fancy cup and saucer with painted yellow flowers and gold trim.…
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“Taking Sides” by Roberta Moore
My left foot is a perfectly fine 72-year-old foot, with slender toes, a slender ankle and a proportionately shaped calf. It has a low arch, but an arch nonetheless, so it can enjoy any shoe style. It is the best foot that I put forward. Its counterpart has a completely fallen arch. So much so…
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SCHOOL AND SHADOW – MORAN, RITA & VELA, MILAGROS
School and Shadow (An excerpt from The Passion of la Niña Milagros: Growing Up in the Violence of El Salvador) Getting to school was an adventure for my big brothers and sisters. The dirt road passed through isolated coffee plantations with no people anywhere around, and no electric light. You had to walk right…
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Family Tradition: a Gay Evolution (David Nelms)
Family Tradition: a Gay Evolution by David Nelms No one ever told me that Grandma Rose was a lesbian. She was my father’s paternal grandmother. And since her divorce in the late 1920’s had been living with Olive. I remember spending many weekends with them in their apartment. Assigned to the guest room, I never…
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