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The Gone Years.

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by Richard LeDue.

The 1960s and 70s are dead
like an old drunk who killed
their liver to save their heart,
only to die of in a car accident
while complaining about seatbelts
to an empty whisky bottle,

and the 1980s still alive,
pissing into a bag and calling
the nurse “Midge,”
which leaves death a little scared
to ruin something it can’t match,

and the 1990s forgets to call,
too busy with a career
that helps all the gone years
seem further away

and the 2000s can’t remember
who they want to blame,
the past or the future,

and the 2010s barely a memory,
as if a name that needs repeating.

 

It was simpler, then.

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by Rosalie Hendon.   Gazing through time and memories Up you went on the swingset through the summer afternoon warm with the droning of bees, a gulf didn’t gape between us then Water was just water, not a thing you could drown in  

On the Bench by the River.

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by Lana Hechtman Ayers.   My husband embraces our little dog as she flops baby-seal-like in his lap, sun so bright on her head, the tips of her black fur iridesce to pink and purple. She’s warm as a summer-plump berry. Eyes blinking closed, open, closed. Scents only a dog can sense, her nose twitches […]

The Screaming Baboon.

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by Matias Travieso-Diaz. Baboons who fail to exhibit moral behavior do not survive; they wind up as meat for leopards. — Robert A. Heinlein   Papio Ursinus (commonly referred to as “Pappi”) was an old male Chacma baboon, raised and grown to maturity in the mountains surrounding Cape Town, on the southwestern tip of Africa. […]

Her.

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by Zary Fekete. How old was she? Some thought late 60s. Others said more than 75. She lived on the old street since the war ended. Her row house was not among the few with two stories that were on the street corners. It was a simple house, a single story with two largish rooms […]

A Tale of Persistence.

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by Tom Ball.   I, Gordon, said to Lucille, “One way or another I will get your love.” She said, “It’s impossible, I already have a lover.” I said, “I thought monogamy had disappeared long ago and we now live in times of free love.” She said, “I guess I seem backwards, but I am […]

A Conversation with Steve Hugh Westenra.

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by Joel Glover. In conversation with Steve Hugh Westenra – author of The Erstwhile Tyler Kyle (TETK), The Wings of Ashtaroth (WoA), and So Sing the Barrows (SSTB).   You’re originally from the UK, right, but moved to Canada? How does that background creep into your writing and cultural contexts? That’s right! Now, it’s important, […]

Person Number Twelve.

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by Jim Meirose. So this random example of the typical human creature, raising their head to ‘he window barring out th’ invasion of ‘he outsides but which, luckily for most normal humans, th’ invention ot see-through “glass” which could be cheaply manufactured, made being cabined in to be safe from what may lie outside, but […]

Who Was Dorothy?

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by Bruce E.R. Thompson. My father was a collector of rare books, although he had very specific tastes in what he collected. In particular, he was a collector of science fiction novels, and he spent a great deal more on this hobby than my mother thought was strictly within his means. After he died, she […]

Those Evil Spirits.

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by Brian Griffith.   Besides avoiding physical or social sources of corruption, many ancient people feared losing their souls to spiritual enemies. Demonic spirits could poison the mind or possess the body. “Mental illness” seemed to indicate control by alien entities, and all illnesses were like invasions of negative forces. Perhaps that’s why the English […]