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Editorials |
Arts
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Columns |
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Burden of Knowledge—Graceann Macleod |
January |
Nomenclature—Helen Peppe |
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I've written previously that, because I do work as a
copy-editor/proof-reader, typographical errors fairly leap
off the page at me when I'm trying to read for enjoyment.
This is a frustration and mars the pleasure I seek in the
printed page. Thankfully, I'm not as well versed in other
areas, so I am able to relax and let those experiences wash
over me. |
The Style-Rite
Hair-O-Matic
Model 500
by Philip K. Edwards
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The last three kids out of nine
were the only ones who got nicknames, except for...Sharon, who they sometimes called Shinky Bell
just to irritate her. My mother, if angry, called me piss pot.
My father would...even coin God damn nuisance ....
If I had been a dog, I'd never have learned to come when called
because I wouldn’t have known my name. |
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Love Child?—Not Hardly—Anna Seymour |
February |
The Rocks—Elizabeth Morana |
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As a result of the
damage that stray pairing has done to individuals, families,
societies, and even nations, human cultures have rules for
unions. When the rules are broken and offspring result the
children have been referred to as bastards and as being
illegitimate. Recently, ... a number of sources refer to such a
child as a “Love Child.” That label is far worse ... |
Poetry
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Jennifer Campbell |
I
went to see the flat rocks in the creek today. I went to feel
them pressing into the earth beneath my boots, to smell their
wet muddiness, to curve them in the palm of my hand, to crouch
down and fling them across the surface of the water and watch
them skip—five, six, even seven times—before they disappeared
underneath the flowing current of Tannery Brook. |
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Civility: Endangered...—Graceann Macleod |
March |
Survivors of La Revolucion—Art Schwartz |
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The world is a busy place. It's difficult to navigate,
especially lately. I realize that all of us have a great deal on
our minds and numerous obligations to juggle. The disappointing
trend I've encountered is that, in our rush to get to our next
appointment or fulfill our most pressing responsibility,
something crucial has been left by the wayside: common, basic
courtesy. |
Photography
by
Armin W. Helz |
When the Fidelistas began coming out of the
hills in 1957, I was living with Tamara, in the little room
where she lived and worked, at Nilda's Salon, the
finest brothel in Havana. Nilda's was given that high
rating by a friendly taxi driver who had picked me up at the
Hotel Nacional, where, on my first night in Havana, I
had won 900 dollars at the blackjack tables in Wilbur
Clark's casino. This street-wise... |
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