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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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He has the most gorgeous cerulean eyes, but his gaze is only part of what mesmerizes women. He is adept at drawing even the most reluctant into conversations with entertaining stories regaling his past experience with horse ranching in Colorado, his trips to Hawai’i, and his adventures in the military service. In World War II. He is ninety-three years old but he has game. These conversations always take place in out-of-the-way fields of operation, spots where women would be least likely to expect an encounter, such as the immediate entrance/exit areas of restrooms (in his favorite restaurant) or a newspaper machine (on the outside of the said restaurant). He might not have a wide range of territory but this space is his and no one disputes it. He often uses his walker to ambulate, sometimes just a cane will do, and occasionally he is seen to be sporting new bandages…