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The Fountain by B.H. James

Joining hands, they walked through the arched entryway. Stone covered in ivy. “Like a movie,” Laura said as they passed beneath. Daniel smiled. They entered an open courtyard with a cobblestone floor to which their feet had to adjust after the smooth concrete they had been walking on. People were scattered, also in couples, wandering…

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The Iceman by Adam McAlpine Clark

Little Lucas Moriarty hasn’t spoken to his mother in two weeks. She’s on a cruise to Hawaii and they don’t let people take phones onto the cruise ship. Strictly prohibited, said his pops in an affected rusty baritone as they drove north from Biloxi and away from the great Gulf Coast. His pops turned up…

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Wherewithal – A New Poetry Journal

We are proud to announce a new poetry journal, Wherewithal. Our own Head Poetry Editor Daniel Romo and Associate Poetry Editor Denise R. Weuve have created this new online journal seeking poems “that possess intensity, necessity, and grit.” Got some poems in need of a home, submit to them for the chance to appear in their…

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Umbilicus by Dino Parenti

May I reminisce about life ’til now, dear sister? Sprinkle mementos of youth and folly and all the disquiets without shape or name? After you left the world, I became convinced you took with you the organ I lack, the one that demystifies the great paradoxes. Perhaps I may call upon you to now solve…

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Disappearer by Vincent Poturica

The father wanted to simplify his life. He was watching an investigative program on television about the effects of meditation. Cognitive scientists studied the brains of monks using powerful machines. These machines detected fewer pulsing squiggles in the monk brains compared to the brains of non-monks. The father was intrigued; he wanted less squiggles in…