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Prose & PoetryApril 1, 2016

The Deacon

By Maurice Deats

When his name was announced What the silence pronounced Was the soul of the Sabbath Day crowd They had come here to see The…

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DistractionsDecember 1, 2015

Bread Upon The Water

By Doug Deats

It was Christmas Eve in the year of our lord 1999. Loneliness had settled in like a cold winter fog and lay heavy on…

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Prose & PoetrySeptember 11, 2015

Depth On The Bench

By Maurice Deats

By the dawn’s early light Came the end of the night Where his demons had ransacked his soul He had slept between screams He’d…

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Prose & PoetryJuly 1, 2015

The Night the Rooster Died

By Diana Goodpaster

Granny Garrard was a very important part of my life until her death on April 12, 1982. After that, the memories of her have…

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Prose & PoetryJuly 1, 2015

Overlooked Beauty

By Courtney Brickey

An insignificant spec, repeatedly unnoticed, In a world where nature is usually considered beauty. Illustrating perseverance and craftsmanship, Floating without wings, Intertwining glistening strands…

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Prose & PoetryJune 12, 2015

We Are Out of Lawyers

By Maurice Deats

“Grandpa…I want to play with you.” This sound drifted up to me from the smiling face of my granddaughter, her deep brown eyes shining…

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