To Gain the World

by Robert Garner McBrearty

My teenage son says that money doesn’t matter, and on one level I get it, but if you’ve ever been short of it, you know it does.

I point out that we stay in nicer hotels now when we travel, and he admits that’s sort of pleasant, though he says, and I know it’s true, that he’d be fine staying in a hostel. In fact, he might prefer it.

We eat at better restaurants now, I tell him, and he says that is enjoyable, but he’d be fine really with just about any grub, beans from a can, maybe some tuna, and again, I know it’s true for him.

But you wouldn’t want to sleep out on the streets, right? Continue reading

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Remnants

by Gene Twaronite

I stare at the photograph
of a bare-chested 18-year-old
trying to look brutish,
crouching as if
ready to pounce,
projecting his masculinity
lest the image fade. Continue reading

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Trees of My Life

by Angela Townsend

The trees read each other with a generous eye.

The maple was the real author, as anyone could see. Strong and seasoned, her storm memoirs made the best-seller list. She turned cayenne in October, a refined lady blushing graciously at all the acclaim. I made fairy gardens at her trunk and whispered secrets into the little holes where small creatures delivered her Times. Continue reading

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If I Were to Taste You Again

by Tara A. Elliott

It would be all almonds, the sweet, cocooned belly
of the melon, berries rupturing black against my tongue. Continue reading

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Young Marriage

by Andrew Payton

In our first apartment, above the small
plaza where schoolchildren rehearse
their patriotism, and a fruit seller scatters
pigeons with her knife’s wooden butt Continue reading

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