Mother Tongue ~ Sheila Madary

Simply because I move about, leave my geographical location entirely, or change residence does not necessarily mitigate the impact of home, nor does it mean that I simply leave its geology behind. It remains in my daily customs of eating, in the types of foods I prefer, my measure of distances, in my language. Anthony […]

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Choice ~ Stephanie Bane

    I joined the Peace Corps in 1993.  Mostly I did it for the adventure, but people often mistook me for an idealist, and they still do.  They project their missionary fantasies – a disturbing mélange of things they learned about Africa in Sunday school, and Sally Struthers’ Save the Children ads – on to […]

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Fin ~ Caroline Sutton

                                                                I   At 11 AM on New Year’s Eve my dog stares at me, square in the eyes, from under a brow of black curls as if he wants to know.  He wears a translucent lampshade on his head to keep him from gnawing the stitches in his left leg where […]

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Life in the Balance ~ Jim Dameron

  “Show me something Joel.” My boss looked toward his boss’s office, then looked back at me. I had assumed a wrestling stance, feet side by side, arms bent but outstretched, hands up, palms toward him. To anyone crazy enough to think of us as wrestlers we might have appeared evenly matched since we were […]

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How It Begins ~ J. Malcolm Garcia

  I slipped, fell on my ass and started sliding off the rock ledge. I reached out for a sapling, roots, anything, waving my arms when finally I reached for the prosthetic leg of the man behind me and grabbed it as I passed him.  He clung to the arm of a man ahead of […]

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The Woods Are Burning ~ Bernard Quetchenbach

1   On a rainless mid-July afternoon, Cara and I trekked along Rock Creek’s Lake Fork in the Beartooth Mountains northeast of Yellowstone National Park. Though we got our typical late start, we made the seven miles in to Keyser Brown Lake, huffing back to the trailhead—and out of bear country—just before dark. It was […]

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Buckethead ~ B.J. Hollars

    Once a boy drowned at a summer camp.  This was in June of 1968.  It was early evening, a dinner of fried chicken and green beans already breaking down inside the bellies of the boys, and as their counselors shouted numbers to the sky (“98…99…100!”), the campers hid, determined not to be found […]

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Shorties ~ Mark Dostert

  Within almost arm’s reach of my cellblock 5G post sat Tiny Timmy Tyler. There too at the circular Visitation table was his mother. I overheard, “You must like being in that room if you keep actin’ up.” The woman could see the cell row and see into her son’s seven-foot wide by fifteen-foot deep […]

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Hiding ~ Sandell Morse

  The year is 1940. Germaine Russo, twenty-one years old, walks along a street in Brive, a town four hundred and eighty-two kilometers south of Paris. War had begun on the Western Front, the Germans invading the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium and France. Nothing, her father said, will stop the Germans. He rented a flat in […]

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