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Art, Fiction, Film, Poetry, Theatre, & Other Imaginings
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By Jamie B. Granger  The music had started long before Marcos’s grandson wheeled him into the hall. The first few songs were not familiar, but the fifth and sixth stirred hidden emotions. As figures glided on the dance floor, his mind dredged up a long-buried memory.
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By Cortni Merritt  Sometimes a man carries
the perfume of grime in the pockets of his Carharts. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Susan Cornford  “You have to retire, Aunt May.”
“But, Lily, I only get my spells a little bit wrong!” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
 Virgo Horoscope for July 25th, 2021
-Adapted from Astrology.com and MacKenzie Greer Try to keep things possible today, Virgo. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Rachel Chitofu  The orange whorl barricades the wind,
Arched spine breaking August's brown song The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Nadia Benjelloun  The howling of the wind and the shaking of the décor on the shelves added to the gloomy air of the dimly lit bedroom. Another minor tremor. Sleep has already been lost for a couple of hours now. It was the rise of dawn and the friskiness of the early morning has breached itself inside the house. In the grayness out yonder, it looked like a storm was brewing. The window was already wet with dew. And when the pitter patter of the raindrops could finally be heard inside, the memory washes over me.
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By Jen Hughes  I was a barracuda emerging from a breakup,
You were a mild-mannered minnow, Who went by the Kracken That became barnacle-like, I know (I hope) I was a hiccup. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Jen Hughes  My heart lives in your ribcage.
My love implodes in my eyes. Know that it’s no whim. I’m crazed, But I’m stable by your side. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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By Catheryne Gagnon  When I wake up
Shrouded in sadness I remember that tragedy was weaved Into the letters of my name Bound with reverent tenderness To echoes of glass broken in shards Swept under poured cement And daisies piercing the soil I was born under a veiled sky in May It was unseasonably cold |
