by Peter Wallace
We live out in the country in Southern Wisconsin. I spend a lot of time outdoors in the summer working on our flowers and vegetable garden, so I’m aware of the sounds of the…
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Afterimage
by KT Thompson
When the airplane crashed in the meadow, I was on a walk to look for birds. My torso a crosshatch of straps: binoculars, camera, sling with water and treats for my dog, the leash.…
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Points of departure
by Christopher Schaberg
It was warm coming down the concourse even in the late evening. The moon lit up the taxiway around the blinking lights and illuminated the planes. It was winter around the airport but the…
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