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An Autumnal Trinity: 3 Haibun

Haibun First Staff Day ’13-’14 A hot and humid auditorium. Teachers from every school seated, talking. Some near an open window, some fanning themselves. Most sweating. Like me. The newest school’s principal, a woman...

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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nine

Short Story Mercifully, thankfully, as an immaculate gift from on high, Jennifer was given the next day off. Her plans fell apart soon after she woke up around three in the afternoon, but she...

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Rachel’s First Christmas

Short Story   ‘Oh my God! I think he’s dead!’ Someone screeched from the crowd. ‘Call an ambulance!’ Rachel was on the ground, pinned under the man like doll; her limbs were outstretched and...

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Elevate

Poem There is a beauty in sadness. It can teach us how to gain tranquility in just ourselves. Takes us back to the basics. Makes us see what hasn’t been seen before. Urges us...

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Sand – Part Five

Serial Fiction “Yeah.” Maddy said. “I’m sorry.” “I know you are.” I twitched a little at that one. It’s something a teacher would say. Sure, they know you’re sorry, but you still aren’t getting...

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Elena Ferrante: The Story of a Name

Non-Fiction What does Elena Ferrante have in common with Mark Twain? How about George Sand, George Eliot, C.S. Forester, Ford Maddox Ford? Who are these people? Aaron Wolfe, Anthony Burgess, Anne Perry, Ayn Rand,...

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The Smuggs Chronicle, Finis

Haibun Departure Day: September 1, 2013 We pack the car by 10:15 and arrive at guest services shortly after. Frankie kisses the key cards goodbye. After we settle accounts, and get his free ice...

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Time for Us

Short Story John spoke with his back to Danny, but met his eyes in the mirror. “I don’t want to play the hits, I want to play what I want to play. Jesus it’s been...

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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eight

Short Story “Bathroom,” Jennifer quipped, jabbing a finger in its direction. “Gonna go. Real quick. Okay?” Alex looked around awkwardly. “You… You don’t need to ask permission. You can just go.” “Yeah. Right. I...

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Sand – Part Four

Serial Fiction I clocked out about ten minutes after I clocked in. Maddy and me tried to keep conversation, but the air was a little to heavy for that. We mostly just rode the...