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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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Captain Heinz Noonan, the “Bearded Holmes” of the Sandersonville Police Department, was contemplating a meal without the family, a once-a-month blessing when he got to cook his own meal. But since he knew as much about cooking as he did Tibetan Monk Tantric Harmonics, he left the cooking to someone who knew what he was doing. Or, in this case, she who was Avalon Lone – spelled with a silent “e” she was always quick to say – at the Pamlico Lobster Pit. Lone was always quick with the joke. She swore she got her lobsters from a pit she dug in her back yard and advised Noonan to dig the same in his back yard. Noonan said he’d love to – right next to his wife’s lemon tree so the lobster could eat the lemons and he would not have to season the claws. The two had tried to…