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Souvenir

Robert, near the end of his radiation scanner shift, began to sweat as the bag came into view. He looked ar…

Storytelling and Public Speaking

West with Giraffes by Lynda Rutledge Synopsis, excerpted from Amazon: It’s 1938. The Great Depression ling…

Someone Will Love You

Skywriters amazed him. He watched in awe as dash after dash appeared on the bright blue canvas. S-O-M-E-O-…

Look at Her

"Look at her," my friend said. "Just look." I looked at him instead. He was smitten. So…

Crappy Reception

“9-1-1. What’s your emergency?” “I’m, uh…,” gagged the caller. “I’m stuck in a toilet.” “Say again, ma’am, pl…

Life, Lanyards, and Partners

No fiction this week. Instead, snippets of a couple of poems from past poet laureate Billy Collins and a litt…

GWB on a Spring Day

There are so many good views across the Hudson River on a spring day. Whether you're in New York or New…

Poetry Open Mic

They step to the microphone, one by one, as different as their written words. There are pros here, yet the…

Never Got Old

"I'll know I'm getting old," the father said, "when you beat me." The son dri…

Long Night

Frankie walked around the car. He checked the rear passenger tire again, shook his head, and peered up and …

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