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Art, Fiction, Film, Poetry, Theatre, & Other Imaginings
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By Saloni Kaul  All through life we’re riddled with extremes keen
Like towering highs and touching rock bottom That render complicated thriving in between If we take them to heart, like birthdays, eggs rotten.
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By Catheryne Gagnon  I blame you for the distance
On a ship that I steer I look for lands that I will scorch For lovely things In violent light seem harsher The longer you look And I know monsters are real The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Diana Raab  *Editor's Note: Previously published in EPIPHANY MAGAZINE, August 2013.
Incite change, look for a patch of difficulty amongst the glistening clouds, hunt for an need unmet, or a journey you want to take. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Diana Raab  *Editor's Note: Previously published in The Literary Nest, 2018.
Take a minute and pull out that needle from your medical satchel and biopsy those thoughts rummaging through my brain. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Diana Raab  *Editor's Note: Previously published in Fourth and Sycamore in their September 2015 issue.
Everyday I wake up haunted by the image of finding my grandmother dead fifty years hence The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Sonia Greenfield  Mrs. Schultz was the kind of teacher who should have quit twenty years sooner, honed as she was to the bitterness at her core.
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By Ann Christine Tabaka  Author's Statement: Much of my work is deep and about loss. “A year Gone Wrong” reflects the year the entire earth felt as the pandemic changed all our lives. “Acceptance Cries Out for More” is about the loss of love and the path to continue onwards after that loss.
In my writing, I share a part of myself with the world, with people I know and love, and with people who may feel something strong from what I write. Writing is cathartic for me. My emotional state is usually what spurs me on. The joy of a beautiful sunset, the quiet of a lonely beach that I am on, autumn leaves underfoot, and of course there are the dark times that invade all of our lives. I write what I see, what I feel, and what I know inside. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By T. L. Sullivan  I was watching a movie with my friend and this guy I knew in high school. I kept having to remember not to touch him, because my palms were sweaty. He and I were talking about these people in the film, and he was looking at me and said, “and thankfully you haven’t painted your nails either.” He put his hand on my face, gently, said “don’t get me wrong…it’s like you’re Jesus. Feel my hand.” And that was it.
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