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Starting Again

Derek Alger

Stupid people are too stupid to know they're stupid

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Sincerely Yours

Scott Carpenter

Problems of Solitude

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The Difficult Ones

Brandon Cole

The Possibility of Being Who You Are

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Five Days Later

Beth Dugan

And after, a burrito and a hug...

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Superman Comes to Dinner

Danny Goodman

He is not a fantasy

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Belle Rousseau

William Kennedy

Nothing in the call surprised her

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What Margaret Knew

Lynette Ledoux

An Unexpected Truth

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Peacocks and Dragons

Roger Poppen

A pensive, Mona Lisa smile

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Keating, It Makes Me Feel

Will Yakowicz

A letter

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sturgeone says:
my dad had it......i've enjoyed reading your pieces on the Alzheimer's..........

Marjorie Tesser says:
Nuanced, affecting story....

gayle says:
Jeffe...Rain...My lover from the past. How the hell are you???...

Michael Harris says:
I didn't know you were a poet too. We met at the Switchblade party in L.A. last spring; you were introduced as my future...

Daphne Tuttle says:
Dear Lauren, This is a story to be read many times to find all its levels. Beautiful and true, you're courageously not...

Nathalie Buenger says:
I dived into the great story, amazing! NB...

Carlos D. Sanchez says:
just wanted to say thanks. I was moved by your piece. I look forward to seeing more of your writing....

Saara Dutton says:
A big, warm bear hug to all the Furries! I had a great time at the convention, and thank you for your feedback....

Terry Jones says:
Hehehe, This is one of the best articles that I've ever read... Thank you for the viewpoint. I'm sure that it'll make ev...

John Bowers says:
Derek, It is stark and well-written, powerful because so much is between the lines and hidden, the way Hemingway did...