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Strolling down Bridge Street my eyes wandered to a sign in a window reading, in big bright yellow letters, BOOKS WANTED. I walked in, greeted the man behind the counter with the highest grade of courtesy I could muster, and handed my CV to him with a casual assurance born of weeks of beating the…

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So Gray

I did not know the lighthouse was white; it always seemed gray, like the cold empty sea to which it stood sentinel. But, once, the sun danced through the clouds and the lighthouse beamed – adagio of glow upon stone. Soon, the tide ebbed; bitter clouds closed in; things returned to gray. I am lonely, fearful of storms.by Danny Earl SimmonsHis work…

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Richard Hartwell

HitchhikerI’d seen him an hour or so earlier,outside of Medford, before therain set in, and I’d hunkered downat a truck stop to ease the dizzinessin my mind and the queasiness of anempty stomach, too many cigarettes. Must have gotten a ride soon, thenpassed me when I was off the road.Here he was once again; suede coatnow…

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Lauren Shows

Your mother attempts to clear the bushesA first infant taste of lunacythat made me think I could jump the4-foot porch over the thick hedgeinto the yard, scratchless, blameless. Kid, you’ll be jumping any day now.You’ll get to know them folks,them fellas, them naysayers.You’ll see what I mean: Always the wide- mouthed expressions,always, “Are you serious, kid?”when you…

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Box Living

One doesn’t intend to comment onstrangers lives, but when you waketo a glass shattering on the floorabove you, followed by a screamand then the words I refuse,repeated, you know that sleepwill not return for quite some time. They divorced and for a whileit was quite. The husband would wanderthe neighborhood in white undershirts,the wife presumably far…

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Peggy Aylsworth

Invitation From HopperShe leans forward into the bay window.Water, a long way off and a loon cries.In the room, a man speaks,someone listens.  Expectationsare set in motion.  She remainsfrozen at the window, waiting,not a matter of time.  The callof the loon carries over the water.Expectations have a way of shifting. Though The Scream has been stolen,Oslo…

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