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Life Unframed

abstract painting of a face

[by Travis Burnham]

Isolde sat, waiting into late evening while the candles burned low, when finally her boyfriend called to cancel. It was Valentine’s Day and she’d taken all afternoon to prepare her boyfriend’s favorite—boeuf bourguignon with a side of homemade egg noodles. It wasn’t the first time her boyfriend had cancelled. Jaw clenched, she quietly told him it was the last time. Tinny with distance, the boyfriend yelled, cursed. She hung up, then fought back bitter tears before chugging from the bottle of Malbec. Continue reading Life Unframed

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Solo Fantasy

woman playing violin

[by Kris Faatz]

Joseph knew his violin wouldn’t cover up the noise when the mail came at noon. Even so, at a quarter to twelve, he took the instrument out of the case because a hard knot had formed in the pit of his stomach and he didn’t know any other way to get through the daily torture. He tucked the violin under his chin, studied the dripping gray pines outside his apartment’s picture window and let his fingers trace arpeggios he hadn’t  had to think about for years. Continue reading Solo Fantasy

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The Raven’s Hallow’een

[by Shannon Connor Winward]   —after Edgar Allan Poe (for Joanne)   ___Midnight in the cemetery, prowling, hunting, fat and merry One black Cat grew rapt and wary, pausing on the bone yard floor. ___In the sky the moon hung low, setting earth and grave aglow; ___All gleamed white without shadow, but for a looming […]

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Fettuccine and Shrimp in Bayou Cream Sauce

[by Dan Stout] fettuccine et crevettes en sauce à la crème bayou Begin by placing the Seasoning Mix in a small bowl. Refer to page 842 for Seasoning Mix ingredients. Glance at the clock and roll your eyes as you wonder how many more detours you’ll find in this recipe. Place the ingredients for the […]

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Cheticamp Brigadoon

[by Keith Skinner] Through the windows of the Doryman Pub, I watched the storm batter the coast, the same deluge that had raged since early morning and showed no sign of waning. Wind-driven breakers clawed at the ragged  scarp of Chéticamp Island, an oblong stretch of offshore land that was both the town’s namesake and […]

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