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Ruffians and Card Sharps

by Leah Mueller We watched cowboy shows during nap time, while our parents drank coffee and smoked cigarettes in another room. In the...

Fish supper

by Gary Cummiskey Today’s lunch is fried cod and chips. He hasn’t tasted cod in over thirty years. He recalls as a child travelling by...

A girl I knew

by Jan Oskar Hansen The woman eating lunch with her husband Looked like the girl in a cake shop of my youth, the cafe beside bakery at...

Somerset

by Lana Bella Spun into tiny bird bones, into a noose of ivory cloister strobed against rasps of crescendo, air kept on the flutters and...