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Chain Pickerel

by Susan April

The wooden rowboat was soft gray with rusted oar locks. It held two plank seats: a long one in the stern and a shorter one in the middle.

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Unalone

by Rebecca Evans

It started when I asked Gabe, my training partner, to snag some ecstasy.

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Tracing the Image of Eve

by Allison Palmer

Once, at the height of a strange morning, her scream tore open the air around me.

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Tinnitus

by Ken Rodgers

For 50 years, tinnitus has inhabited me like an alter ego. Some days it swells the inside of my head. Cicada song, millions hymning.

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808-422-0015

by Jennifer Sinor

Avocado and mustard, also cream. 

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