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The Impact of Political Myth

Fascist. Totalitarian. Authoritarian. These words continue to appear more frequently in American and international media, amplified by the looming US 2020 election. As with many socio-political terms, such as “Left”, “Right”, “Far-Left”, “Far-Right”, “Moderate”, “Centrist”,

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Poetry

Myth 

The origin story is as follows: a fairy and a dragon fall in love, they fuck.Then they separate, each taking half of the eggs that would hatchinto the Vietnamese people, for the princess longed for

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Nonfiction

Ignobled in Indianapolis 

The name “Ku Klux Klan” apparently derived from the Greek word “Kyklos,” from which comes the English word “circle.” Klan was added for the sake of alliteration. Founded after the Civil War, the KKK spearheaded resistance to

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Nonfiction

Beyond a Reasonable Doubt

I cannot trust a man to control others who cannot control himself.—General Robert E. Lee The day ambled on until it became night. The sun went down, but its heat remained, and we continued to

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Pen Pal

I’ve forgotten his name, but in the photo his boot is resting on the skirt of a tank as he holds up a stubby pencil in one hand and a Galil rifle in the other.

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Poetry

A Burdened Balance

In the attic of this hundred year-old housethe gable window stares dry-eyed into the sun. Years ago, careless and in a hurry to finish at the topof a tall ladder, I painted it shut from

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Reviews

Cartography of War

As a Marine, I grew to appreciate contour lines—those brown lines and spaces on a topographical map–at The Basic School, in Quantico where I struggled to find marked ammo-cans attached to stakes jutting out of

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Poetry

A Sit-In, Hours Before the Iraq War Began

Iraq war protestors. Feb. 15, 2003 JFK Federal Building, Boston, March 2003 After days of drums, chanting, and frightened planningwe sit, quiet, on a scab of concrete,blocking the spinning doors of war.My animal eyes fix

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Poetry

Spuntinu in Gerace

Friend! This year the olives will be late, it has been cool.             Cool? I’ve never sweltered like this. No. This is what cool means. We pick by hand, putting in ventilated boxes in the

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Poetry

July Morning

I wake to dark sky     and heavy rain    equal in an hour    to 30 inches of snow.      The emergency signal      blares on the radio.Flash floods.People strandedon roofs of cars.Stay off the roads!

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