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DK SNYDER: Safe

January 5, 2022Artistic, SubmissionsD.K. Snyder, distance, growing up, nostalgia, parenting, timeTim

A chubby bright-green caterpillar crawls toward me on the city sidewalk. My son once loved catching creatures like it. Now he’s in college and I’m late for work, but I stop to lift the wayward crawler to a patch of foliage. “Be safe,” I say, as if I’ve learned nothing.


DK Snyder’s creative work has appeared in Cool Rock Repository and Dollar Store Magazine. Find her on Twitter at @millioncandles.

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JOHN H. DROMEY: Love Grown Cold

January 5, 2022Submissions, Touchingblame, John H Dromey, relationships, timeTim

Memory is a fickle friend.

You took a piece of my heart and forgot to give it back. That’s how I recall our parting.

You’re famous now. In your tell-all book you spin a different story.

I’m barely worth a mention. Just someone who jilted you a long time ago.


John H. Dromey wrote this story. He thanks Nancy for her prompt.

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KATHERINE DARLINGTON: Olde Dog

January 4, 2022Artistic, Submissions, Touchingdog, Katherine Darlington, love, pet, timeTim

When we first met
Your wide eyes met mine
And we entwined
Two vines, growing together

Your paws, polar-bear white
Immense, far-north:
Your spirit wandering

You left when deep winter set in
Before spring took her first breath
You left on a sunny day, your spirit drenched in sunshine:

Cloudless.


Katherine Darlington has articles in many publications including poetry anthologies and literary journals. She also has several published novels. This story was written in memory of her Anatolian cross, Zoey. See more of her work at katherinedarlington.com.

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RACHEL CANWELL: A Brick on the Wall

January 4, 2022Artistic, Submissionsidentity, loss, memory, Rachel Canwell, timeTim

Come with me and I will show you a name on a brick. A brick, fading red, in a crumbling wall. Three rows up, twelve bricks along.
Written there long ago in the smallest, neatest hand. Before the sun set and the clock chimed. And the girl’s name changed.
Forever.


Rachel Canwell wrote this story.

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NICK YOUNG: Epiphany

January 3, 2022Artistic, Submissionsdying, Nick Young, peace, purpose, universeTim

As a boy he would steal away from home of a summer’s night and climb upon a wide fence post at the corner of the farmer’s field to sit and wonder at the star-filled sky. Now, as he lay dying, with eyes closed, he beheld the inner firmament and understood.


Nick Young is a retired award-winning CBS News Correspondent. His writing has appeared in the San Antonio Review, Short Story Town, Danse Macabre Magazine, Pigeon Review, CafeLit Magazine, the Green Silk Journal, Typeslash Review, 50-Word Stories, Sein und Werden, Flyover Magazine,, Sandpiper, The Chamber Magazine and Vols. I and II of the Writer Shed Stories anthologies.

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JACOB IAN DeCOURSEY: The Blizzard of ’96

January 3, 2022Artistic, Submissionshuman condition, Jacob Ian DeCoursey, memories, nostalgia, timeTim

My mother keeps photographs—cars buried under white hills, doors blocked ankle deep, trees casting blue shadows.

When I phone now, her voice is soft and tired.

When I visit sometimes, I catch reflections in her eye.

A snowman, an empty sled—puddles glistening on salted blacktop the following day.


Jacob Ian DeCoursey was born and raised in Maryland. He’s a master’s degree dropout and “essential worker” laboring too many hours for too little pay. Since 2007, his writing has appeared in numerous publications (many now defunct) both online and in print. Reflex Press has longlisted his flash fiction for their quarterly international competition. In 2019, during a stint of unemployment, he released his first book, Vivid Greene: and Other Unusual Stories. Follow at billy_collins_in_hell

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STORY OF THE WEEK: January 2

January 2, 2022NewsTim

The story of the week for December 27 to 31 is…

Point Price by Salman Ansari

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LAURIE P MENDOZA: Let the Past Stay Buried

December 31, 2021Amusing, Submissionsanecdote, cute, everyone is hiding something, Laurie P. MendozaTim

“I know your secret.”

Shocked, I jerked away from the child who’d whispered in my ear.

Which secret? The possibilities—from innocuous to appalling—flipped through my brain at lightning speed. I feigned nonchalance.

“Really?”

He leaned in again. “You’re 61.”

“Oh, that.” I smiled weakly, relieved. “Don’t tell anyone.”


Laurie P. Mendoza is a 61-year-old elementary school counselor with a checkered past.

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ROBERTA KAY: Perspective

December 31, 2021Artistic, Poetry, Submissionsart, creativity, flight, inspiration, nature, Roberta KayTim

Why does the hummingbird scold? Tiny, ruby-breasted emerald with mighty wings and robust voice: Hurry up, frivolous phoebe! Why do you loiter, languid butterfly? Look at the egret, way up high, practically motionless, gliding on an easy zephyr. And that poet’s muse… a lifetime treasure hunting for the perfect words.


Roberta Kay, poet and teacher, has spent a lifetime treasure-hunting for perfect words.

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LISA MARIE LOPEZ: The Place They Called Home

December 30, 2021Artistic, Submissionsgetting by, hope, Lisa Marie Lopez, povertyTim

Smells of dinner float out from the trailer parked behind Safeway. Music and voices sound. On a patch of green grass, a child plays, counting daisies. Inside, her parents count crinkly dollars; hoping there’s enough for paper towels, Cheerio’s, a battery-operated desk fan to get them through summer.


Lisa Marie Lopez has been published in a variety of literary journals and venues including Blink-Ink and The Ocotillo Review. She loves coffee, quiet walks, and animals.

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