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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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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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Interview with Athena Kashyap
The following is an interview by Thomas Hesketh, Poetry Editor of Forum, with Athena Kashyap. What’s it like to be named after a goddess? Well, the thing is it’s not just any goddess, it’s a Greek goddess. A lot of Indians have the names of goddesses. Growing up in India with the name of a…
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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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