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				Fiction A
				Real Winner by
				Richard Combs
 I’m
				eight years old and in the second grade. If I hadn’t been
				held back I would have been in the third, and I’m pretty
				sure that means that I would now be nine instead of eight. I’m
				a little confused about that.
 My mom said that I had been held
				back to allow me time to adjust....
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 How
				to Make a Lifeby
				Florence
				Reiss Kraut
 By
				a stroke of luck Elena Rodriguez’ son Alex, standing on the
				porch of his mother’s two family house in the Bronx and
				holding his baby daughter in his arms, turned his back just
				at the instant the car drove down the street.  Who knows
				why.  Maybe it wasn’t luck. Maybe Alex saw the glint
				of steel, the gun-flash reflected in the window, just before he
				turned, taking the bullet below his left shoulder so that it
				pierced his heart and left his baby unharmed....
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 The
				Education of Arthur Woehmer, by
				Doug Margeson
 Arthur
				Woehmer’s education, the education that would define the
				rest of his life, began with him bouncing a ball against a brick
				wall.
 It was a big, soft playground ball and the wall was
				high, blank and made of the rough-edged Roman brick that
				characterized many schools of the time; sturdy stuff, in any
				case, unlikely to be altered by the concussion of three ounces of
				inflated rubber. ...
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				Creative
				Nonfiction Sprinkler
				Hose: Something Something Something Phallus Joke
 by
				Brian Anderson
 Sitting
				in an oddly spotless dorm room on the sixth floor of the Centro
				de Treinamento dos Missionarios in Sao Paulo, Brazil, I was
				amazed to find my friends engaging in an open discussion on
				masturbation....
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 Handsby
				Chelsey Clammer
 Your
				body tears, shatters.
 But
				first, you were
				walking
				home at night, thinking about how your ex was an asshole for
				ripping down every precious picture of you from her office walls,
				threw them into a box in the middle of your apartment floor,
				waited for you to discover the silent rage before you moved out
				the next day.
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 A
				Boomer Thinks about God, by
				Jim Krosschell
 First,
				some definitions:
 “A Boomer” - I doubt that my
				parents, bringing three boys into the world in the 1950s, knew
				that they were contributing to the healthiest, wealthiest, most
				self-indulgent and individualistic generation in the history of
				the world. Pete and Kat hoped they were contributing their
				principles – love of God and country (mostly God) –
				tithe cause of peace on earth; but it didn’t quite work out
				that way in my family, and my parents must have been bewildered
				at the devolvement of their principles into my “lifestyle.”
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 Marnyby
				Greg Leichner
 Marny
				was a self-employed arborist. She lived with her young son Emmett
				in a century-old cabin on North Lick Creek in Williamson County
				south of Nashville.
 I
				was a self-employed carpenter. At 40 I was ten years older than
				Marny. I lived in Seattle.
 Marny
				and I were in the fourth quarter of the fourth year of our
				long-distance relationship...
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 Wearing
				My Genes: Understanding What Happenedby
				Kelly Palmer
 My
				younger brother, Logan was having an overnight play date, so it
				was just Mum and I at home that night. The loud music was
				irksome, so I found Mum in her room and asked her to turn the
				volume down. She was lying still, exact. I crawled onto the bed
				and stared, waiting for movement. Was she dead? …
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 Hermitage
				by
				Ruth A. Rouff
 I
				was sitting with my niece Melanie in the living room of her home
				in Nashville. We were talking about President Andrew Jackson's
				house, The Hermitage In front of us, Melanie's six-year-old
				daughter Sarah sat playing with a doll that was nearly as big as
				she was.
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 The
				Heartbreak Businessby
				Richard Schmitt
 When
				my daughter went into the horse business at age six, she wisely
				favored the promotional side—she knew better than to follow
				her parents into thoroughbred training. She’d seen our
				daily fights and frustrations, watched our work and worry, felt
				the despair when three years of work and expense becomes wasted
				by misstep, bowed tendon, shattered ankle, contrary attitude,
				mystery malaise, or just plain slowness...
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				Poetry Joseph
				E. Arechavala:
				Stairs,
 snowflake,
 the mud god
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 Constance
				Campana Talking
				to My Mother,
 Being Born to My Father
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 I
				Know from My Bedby
				Michael Lee Johnson
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 J.S.
				MacLean:
				Bluegrass
				Afternoon;
 Crawler;
 Time's Arrow, Time's Cycle
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 Autumn
				McClintock:
				Indolent;
 Darling;
 Considering the End of Winter Upon the Death,
				After Long Illness, of My Mother-in-Law's Brother
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 Glen
				Moss:
				Music,
				Darts and Other Gifts;
 Memorial Day;
 Walking The
				Canal
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 Rees
				Nielsen:
				A
				Fool's Bargain,
 Two Selections from “The Valiant
				Sparrow”
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 Kenneth
				Pobo:
				Sometimes
				a Poem,
 Lullabye,
 Deliberately
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 Missionary,
				by
				 Nathanael Tagg
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