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The Shape of the Earth
Written by Gary McCann Pixie-sized Robert spots us across the living room. His vibrant gray eyes smile from baby-soft mottled skin as he makes his way around and between his chatting guests. “Hello, boys. Fashionably late, I see.” His voice playful, raspy, his hands dart out from the sleeves of a baggy maroon cardigan to ...
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The Tourist
Written by Robert Klein Engler Some days it seems to be the same voice. The voice behind the screen. The voice coming out of the darkness. The voice heavy with worry or regret. The stammering voice of a child. The voice asking or the voice searching for a prayer. Yet, this time it is a ...
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Tide
Written by Henry Alley I woke up in a quad in Port Townsend, Washington, a small “Victorian seaport” on the Olympic peninsula. I was alone and in my underwear. My legs were stretched out in front of me, still sun-tanned from my days of painting the duplex I lived in in Seattle, and below I ...
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Stuart and His Mannequin
Written by Robert Hyers Through the long horizontal mirror hanging on the opposite wall, Stuart observes the gaggle of Manhattan club queens sitting alongside him on the long leather couch, all waving their moisturized hands in self-absorbed conversations as if the world is contained in their every fingertip and syllable. The empty seat next to ...