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Notes on the Fiction Selections
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I have never considered myself an athlete. I like to run and am not-so-secretly obsessed with a popular group fitness …
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Notes on the Creative Nonfiction Selections
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In her autobiography All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes, Maya Angelou says, “The ache for home lives in all of …
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(who) (what) (when) (where) (why) template
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by Beth Gordon china cupboard mouse/attic mockingbird the changing light ignored/the nearest star swallowed/the furthest star impaled/ (confront the …
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FAYE FURR KNEW SHE WAS NOT AND NEVER WOULD BE WACK
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by Beth Gilstrap The girls of Faye’s youth remember it different, of course. Twiggy and Roxane and Gloria and …
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Fellow Traveler
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by Will Cordeiro I’m a sad shadow that’s strayed from whatever cast it. I sit on the dock. A …
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Her Kingdom Come
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by Kristen Zory King There was a funny turn to Mother’s mouth when she saw the ants each summer, …
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Portrait of a Young Man, 1919
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by Lane Fields John walked back from the dock, hands stuffed in his jacket, pistol & medal of the …
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Men Do Cry
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by Janet Jiahui Wu Father had a bypass surgery. The arteries to his heart were as congested as his …
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Wisps
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by Suchita Hariharan Remember: curling up next to your grandmother on humid summer nights eyes fixed on the whirring …
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Ghosting
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by Aimee Parkison Lately, I keep remembering when we were young and poor. Lately, I keep reminding myself it …
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