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We the Underserved
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by Kathryn Kulpa We the underserved, the undeserving poor, sitting underground, in the street-level window of an Eighth Avenue …
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Hallgrímskirkja Church – Reykjavik, Iceland
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by Francine Rubin Like whale bones, icicle skeletons, ship of light, stone of ocean spray basin of sky cradling …
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Waiting for the Firestorm
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by Jane Flint All through the dark bright wind. Owls whirr. A dog sniffs for smoke. In noonday night …
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I Thought You Were An Anchor in the Drift of the World
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by Sara Estes Amileah is remembering Park’s face, the lines near his eyes, the freckles, his beard, and then …
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Notes on the Creative Nonfiction Selections
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Last quarter, my co-editor, Zach Jacobs, introduced our selections with his reflections on worldwide natural disasters, starting with the view …
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Notes on the Poetry Selections
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Winter is here though it does not look like it in Asheville, North Carolina. Some days could be confused for …
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Notes on the Fiction Selections
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The end of the year is a natural time for retrospect. As we look back on the year, there is …
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Baton
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by Ben Greenlee Ben Greenlee’s piece, “Baton,” includes a graphic and text, so we have linked to a PDF …
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Collateral Beauty
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by Jennifer Lang When a fellow passenger offers to play musical seats so that a father can sit in …
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Speak to Me
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by Christopher Rabley “She’s dead. … Mum’s dead.” My brother and I sat on either side of my father, …
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