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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. 8217;ll miss him so much. He was a good husband and a great provider. Our kids never went without anything, and neither did I. He was always there when I needed him, and he was always there for the kids. He worked hard for us. I remember so many nights when he’d come home late and tired from work. I never could get him a warm dinner on the table. Sure, he’d be a little grumpy, but he’d gotten so much grief at work. They made their daddy proud.
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. The Secret Life of Milly Walters. With apologies to James Thurber, of course. OUSTON, we have a problem.” Commander Milly Walters’ voice now had a cut-glass edge. Her blue astronaut’s overalls did nothing to conceal her truly spectacular figure, but her crew knew her as one tough cookie. And knew they were in deep trouble. The shuttle vibrated in the thickening atmosphere of re-entry. 8220;Tell them we’ve lost half our tiles! We’re coming in upside down! 8220;Oops, sor...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. Ellen was returning home for the Christmas holidays. And her son was bringing his family to celebrate the day. She debated the idea of inviting Isaac and Emma for dinner. Her house was not wheelchair friendly and she didn’t want to be tripping over the ungainly thing. And wouldn’t Emma make everyone uncomfortable, the way crippled people did? She had done and said all the right things upon learning of the tragedy (no one had visited the rehabilita...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. If any of you have been wondering what in the world has happened to our little press, fear no longer! We are quite alright, after suffering from a minor head cold and quite a bit of sneezing, we have managed to recover and still have all our wits about us. You may or may not have heard the exciting news that Black Lantern is leaving this online forum for the world of paper cuts and E-Zines. Read more about our new project on our website. As of August 2011. And be sure ...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. I walked uptown past all-night coffee shops crammed with hookers, pimps, and cops. The side streets were gorges, ravines, gullies too dark to tempt me. Taxis slurred along in schools like yellow carp. I reached. And climbed the few steps onto the plaza. The glare of the lamplight rendered the flat expanse as pale as the surface of the moon. The Metropolitan Opera House, New York State Theater, and Avery Fischer Hall loomed over me. And “ Bin ich nun frei. 8221; I asked.
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The Ratio of Lift to Drag. Errin lies back in the sweet, clover-scented summer grass. He stares unblinking up at the clear night sky. At nine years old, the river of stars visible here in rural central Ohio amazes him. He wonders how anyone can live without views like this. Jerrin thinks, shivering in ecstasy. Deep space! 8220;I want to fly! 8221; he whispers. “I want to go out there! He feels himself growing light, lighter, lightest. You never give up, do you, son? You can’t fly! 8220;I said ‘hang...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. By Michael C. Keith. And through the trembling air, sweet breathing.” - Edmund Spenser. It was not the best shortwave radio on the market admitted Robin’s father when he dug it out of a dusty storage box in the attic and presented it to his son. After settling on a suitable location for the bulky receiver, Don connected a piece of copper wire to it and strung it out of a window a couple of feet to serve as a temporary antenna. All afternoon they s...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal. On’t die for me. But as they shuffled and coughed, and the three girls in the back row carried on a whispered conversation, Pauline attempted to deflect an urge to cry. Most of her students understood nothing about the texture of blood and the pain of fiery flesh. They knew only what they experienced virtually, on their computers. How long did a minute, spent in private grief, last? Last year she could not answer. Oh, sweet mercy, the things he could have done. 8221; s...
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An Online Literary and Art Journal Volume II Spring 2010. 8220;Who was the man in the red car? 8221; She said. Rose spoke how other people whispered. Most people after a while gave up on listening or simply didn’t follow what she said and carried on with their own conversations. But not her father. He listened to every word she had ever spoken. 8220;He used to tap on our front door with that cane of his, rather than get himself dirty.” He shook his head and went back to his food. 8220;She got that taken ...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Amrita Jampo, known to the villagers as the Gentle One, was turning fifteen, a very special time for the people of Baga, for it was on this day that Amrita was to climb part of the great Chomolungma [1]. Then as tradition, the village elder, Jangbu Kalsang, who also happened to be Amrita’s grandfather, came to impart some words of wisdom upon the girl before she began her great voyage. 8221; She told the village elder all about her dream in which she...
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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume II Spring 2010. T is no longer the time to hide. We must reveal ourselves! 8221; the young man announced. He pounded his fist on the wooden table in front of him and glared at his comrades demandingly. Although the novice of the group, he held a distinctive pride that most of these perceptive men possessed. 8221; cried Andrew, the leader of the guild. Biting his lip to prevent eviction from the secret union, the guild’s novice kept his mouth shut. Worried eyes me...
