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Mockingbird by Judith Harris I can hear him, now, even in darkness, a trickster under the moon, bristling his feathers, sounding as merry as a
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The Long Blue Room Poetry by Joan Gelfand Benicia Literary Arts, January, 2014 ISBN 978-0-9703737-2-4 Paperback: xii; 87 pp. $12.95 Review by Carol Smallwood Ms.
Black Forest by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois My people sought solace in the Black Forest, and that impossible commodity, safety. For the pleasure of their neighbors,
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Recipe For Prison Pruno By Jarvis Masters Take ten peeled oranges, Jarvis Masters, it is the judgment and sentence of this court, one 8 oz.