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Stalking Anacrusis, Staying Upbeat – by Laurie Klein

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“Ana-what-sis,” you ask? Also translated “upbeat,” anacrusis signifies a pickup or lead-in: the notes and/or words preceding a song’s downbeat, like the “A” in “Amazing Grace,” or the initial, unstressed syllable(s) before a poem’s meter...

An Imperfect Body – by Thelma Zirkelbach

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My body is scarred. I was nineteen when my dress caught fire from a gas heater.  My brain said, "Don't run," but some primal instinct cried, "Run!"  As I raced from my room, flames...

Living in the Almost – by Michael T. Young

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Hope is one half of the divided world. The other is apprehension. We are, in fact, haunted by the future as much as the past because we live in a distraction of expectation. Tantalus...

Writing on HOPE: The Psalmist’s Prayer – by Mary F. Burns

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The Psalms have  always been a source of wisdom, comfort, depth and wonder for me personally, and for countless millions who have read, recited, heard and studied them through millennia of history. They timelessly...

It Was 1975 – by Kyle Laws

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It Was 1975                                                                            I was supposed to look up the year of the abortion for Linda Lazzarini’s art installation—For Every She, There Is a He—and give his first name.  A month later, I apologized...

The Nothing – by John Vallone

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What is the body? A device, a tool, a vehicle. A nuisance, a distraction, an annoyance, a piece of beauty, or a horrible creation by the split mind. An illusion, an error, there are...

Faith – Michael Lyle

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Faith We all doubt. There are even times when we doubt it all. Everything. Other times, we doubt certain aspects, this understanding or that assumption. It matters little whether these aspects are orthodox doctrine or...

a mediocre white man — by Maryah Converse

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My friend says, “I’ve been practicing not giving way, claiming my space,” bumping shoulders with men in suits who stride down the middle of the sidewalk, secure in the respect due their masculinity, and...

Buoyed by a Bloom – by Anne Peek

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I was startled into hope by a sturdy bloom. In a murky week filled with fatigue, overwhelm and heartache, I bought a small pot of Gerbera daisies, bright raspberry red to cheer me up....

The Body: A Barometer – by Jennifer Schaeffer

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The Body:  A Barometer It has been said that there are seven wonders of the world.  I think one was left off the list; the human body.  It is the greatest wonder of all.  When...