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Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
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Poetry
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Flash Fiction
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Flash Fiction
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Poetry
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Poetry
The keeper of my heart and fallen dreams; the tormentor of my shattered soul I need you to stop erecting mansions of doubt in my mind ... to …
Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Short Story
Mountain Mother I learned to map the cardinal directions With the Mountain as my East, The same dirt that crowns her noble brow Scatters at my feet. I grew up …
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