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By Rick Blum The talk radio station droned on relentlessly. Normally, Joel Bergman would gleefully soak up the latest current events and ...

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By Greyson Ferguson Samuel Richards sat at his empty wooden desk. Pocked and scratched, once sharp corners dulled to the touch, the desk ...

By Anita Haas It was a small house, but big enough for the two of them. Aurora and Domingo were so excited when they moved in. There woul...

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By Helen Lapakko It was a black thunderous night; the rain was pouring down, the bony hand with its long fingers of light reached out wit...

Mountain High By Pat O’Regan In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer. —Albert Camus The sc...

As with Jazz by Libby Copa He sits on the edge of his bed letting his eyes adjust to the darkness and he remembers his father teaching hi...

Barfly One block from my apartment is my favorite bar, Risky Pete’s. I stroll in at three in the afternoon and greet the regulars, Mel, J...