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Seated Woman by Paulette Claire Turcotte

Seated Woman by Paulette Claire Turcotte

— Paulette Claire Turcotte is a poet and visual artist living on Vancouver Island. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and magazines, in print and online. She is co-founder of Split Quotation Press and was one of the organizers of the Pacific Festival of the Book. She is presently working on a poetry manuscript. Her […]

January 17, 2016 | By | Reply More
Host or Hostage by LaVonne Roberts

Host or Hostage by LaVonne Roberts

Somerset Maugham called the Côte d’Azur, “A sunny place for shady people.” With a history as colorful as its sapphire sea, it is home to a hodgepodge of nationalities, celebrities, gypsies, and nouveau riche expatriates…like me; a melting pot of extremes. I miss the golden awakening of morning and the mixed blessing of sunrise solitude. […]

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Don’t Ask Why by Mali Warshofsky

Don’t Ask Why by Mali Warshofsky

Wednesday afternoon, July 2005 The air conditioned hospital room gave no clue to the heat outside. The window, overlooking the rooftop of the adjacent building, was covered by heavy curtains to block the sun. The only light was above the bed, the bed in which you lay, defeated, pensive. The bravery you displayed in the CICU […]

December 22, 2015 | By | 4 Replies More
Looking by Camilla Trinchieri

Looking by Camilla Trinchieri

A lizard, gray-green against the ochre wall. It’s a bright wall. The morning sun has been warming it for several hours already. The lizard closes its wrinkled eyes to the heat, throat pulsating with pleasure. I am off screen, the spectator fascinated and repulsed at the same time. My English girlfriend is with me. We […]

December 9, 2015 | By | 1 Reply More
Perennials by Angela Belcher Epps

Perennials by Angela Belcher Epps

I sit on the brick steps outside my mother’s front door beneath a blue sunny October sky. Flowers still bloom, random whiffs of cedar mulch drift on a breeze, and the aroma of cactus pears tempts some brave southerner to take a bite. I pray no one spots me as I settle in to write […]

December 1, 2015 | By | 9 Replies More
Losing Kelly by  Leona Dean Flowers

Losing Kelly by Leona Dean Flowers

I was always losing Kelly. … I still can clearly remember that terrible day, when Kelly was still a toddler, that I took her shopping with me to a huge flea market near our home. It was only open on Tuesdays. It was comprised of several buildings where, inside, merchants had stalls lining each side […]

November 28, 2015 | By | 5 Replies More
Fifty Years to Graduation by Susan P. Blevins

Fifty Years to Graduation by Susan P. Blevins

My poor health and frail physique, the result of a bad bout of whooping cough when I was two and a half, presented me with two life choices at a very young age: I could retreat into my sickly health, and watch life from the sidelines as a spectator, or I could plunge into the […]

November 27, 2015 | By | 3 Replies More
The Seder by Diane Lowman

The Seder by Diane Lowman

I’m a fallen Jew.  More of a Buddhist really.  I only go to temple for Bat Mitvahs.  Not even for the High Holy days anymore.  I find so many of the requirements absurd and so many adherents hypocrites that I’ve all but fallen off the Hebrew wagon.  But I honor some of my family’s – […]

October 28, 2015 | By | 8 Replies More
A Southern Child’s Sin by Bonnie Korta

A Southern Child’s Sin by Bonnie Korta

The farm, cradled in the bowl of the Blue Ridge, included a ramshackle weather-boarded farmhouse and four hundred acres of rich bottom land, virgin timber, and rolling pastureland. All this, located in the Piedmont region of Virginia between Lynchburg and Charlottesville near a village named Pleasant View. Once native peoples, the Monacans, a mound-building agrarian […]

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Magic in Catalunya by Julie Galosy

Magic in Catalunya by Julie Galosy

It was 1997, in a tiny Spanish fishing village in Catalunya. The peseta was being replaced by the euro and the villagers, many of whom had lived through the Spanish civil war were waking up to being very modern. They clung, as you’ll see, to the best of their old traditions. Fire and the Fiesta The […]

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