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Old Man River
 

Ellie S. Thomas   

© Copyright 2012 by  Ellie S. Thomas


 

Canadian stamp honoring Jacques Cartier.

The ship plowed through the blue-green waters while the men crowded the rail, marveling at the magnificent waterway in which they found themselves. The mouth and estuary were so huge that their salt waters were bigger than those of all other river systems put together. This was the mighty St. Lawrence, an area still virtually unknown and uncharted, and the naval officer at the rail was Captain Cook; THE Captain Cook, a famous explorer, although not quite so famous at this point for he'd yet to discover the Sandwich Islands, and other places accredited to his name. Still, he made the first accurate soundings of the St. Lawrence River and helped pilot the fleet upriver to Quebec.

The St. Lawrence River had OFFICIALLY been discovered in 1535 when Cartier sailed into the bay on the feast day of St. Lawrence....

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Joe Namath's First Marathon
 
 

Peter Merkl
 
 

© Copyright 2012 by Peter Merkl
 
 

 

Photo of running feet.

In 1968 I was a 9 year old head-over-heels Jets fan living just outside NYC. While reading a sports magazine, I saw a picture of Joe Namath with the ring and index fingers of his right hand taped together. So, I, naturally, taped my fingers together.

I walked around like that for a few days until my mother asked me why, and I told her. She then asked me why I wanted to be like Joe Namath. I just stared at her amazed that she didn’t know the truth: I was Joe Namath. After several seconds of silent, wide-eyed glaring, she snapped, "Take off the tape."

In 51 years, I've never known a moment of athletic success, let alone glory. And yet those childhood dreams persisted. So, I decided to enter my creaky body in the 2011 Houston Marathon, because there's a measure of glory in even finishing a 26 mile race, and I thought I still might have a shot at that....

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I Lost My Friend In Texas


Margaret Windler

© Copyright 2011 by Margaret Windler 
 

 

Photo of a Texas Highway.



Going to Texas became a regular trip in my life. But why?

When I was 8, I remember going down to Texas four times in six months. At first I thought it was just to visit and spend time with my father’s relatives and my grandparents. Little did I know those visits would be the last memories I would ever have with my grandparents. It was early spring, almost Easter. My mom told me we would spend Easter in Texas. I was so excited to see my cousins and my grandmother. I always looked forward to seeing her, I never really knew my grandfather until then so I really couldn't be excited about seeing him then. Since my grandfather was always either in a hospital or treatment center, it shocked me to see a “stranger” on my Nana’s couch. He was just sitting there smiling, waiting for us to arrive. During my stay there I got to know him as a person not just as a story. I never asked him why he wasn't there before, or why he didn't feel good. I simply asked about his life and listened to his stories. He became my companion....

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Star Gazer        
 
 

Flynn Meyers
 
 

© Copyright 2012 by Flynn Meyers
 
 
 

 

Helix nebula or Eye of God.


The blacktop and dotted lines disappeared beneath the hungry grill of the four-wheel drive pickup, as it
sped along the twisting highway. Sun drenched Ponderosa pines smothering the hillsides, stood silently
observing, as the serene wilderness suddenly transformed into a war zone. Fifty calibre slugs blasted
from the machine guns of the military chopper, causing aggravated columns of dust and pavement to
burst into the air on either side of the vehicle. The aircraft quickly over took its target, banking hard
ahead of its prey, to launch another attack....

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The Business and
Pleasure of Writing
 

Ellie S. Thomas   

© Copyright 2011 by  Ellie S. Thomas


 

Photo of hands over typewriter.

Ostensibly I was working as a copy writer at a small time radio station, but work was very slow and I was using my between-times to write my 'opus'. I had been unable to decide whether to write the story of my life, in other words, an autobiography, or to write a sort of trade-magazine book on the radio industry, or maybe even something on the writing and publishing business, (never mind that I had no expertise in any of the above mentioned), excepting myself, possibly. But did I really know anything about myself for that matter? Does anyone? Well, anyway....

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Going For Leeks
 

Ellie S. Thomas   

© Copyright 2011 by  Ellie S. Thomas


 

Photo of a wild leek.

Smoky wanted a feed of partridge; he hadn't feasted on the succulent flesh of the bird in far too long so today he'd take Prince, hitch him to the farm wagon and they'd climb the old lumber trail to the high ground where the wild leeks grew. They wasn't nuthin' better'n partridges roasted over a bed of leeks, with lots of sage and crumbs to catch the drippins....

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The Light

Sara Berelsman

© Copyright 2011 by  Sara Berelsman           

 
 

 

Photo of a liquor store sign.


And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. – Anais Nin

Today is the day. Tuesday, October 11, 2011. I want to remember this day forever.

The day I decided to stop drinking....

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The Life of Emma Jones


Kristina Benoit

© Copyright 2011 by  Kristina Benoit

 
 

 

Female comic book  action figure socks villian.


Tears running down my cheek, as I run for my life as a murderer come chasing after me. I ran into my room, locking the door. I grabbed my bag and packed all the things I needed, then I opened my window and jumped as soon I fell to the ground from the window, he saw me trying his best to come get me, to kill me. As I staggered to my feet, I ran faster than I ever ran in my life. Then I remembered I had my phone, so I dialed 9-1-1....

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A Special World

Supriya Ambwani

© Copyright 2011 by  Supriya Ambwani


 
 

 

Family living near Rajaji National Forest.


Amongst modern-day hedonism, autonomy and peaceful coexistence pleasantly shock one’s disillusioned senses. A mere trek in the forest which lines Rajaji National Park revealed a small, yet peaceful and content rural family. The family has created a tiny village on a mountain in Uttarakhand....

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Long Beach Transit - 60 Cents
 
 

Steven Hunley
 
 

© Copyright 2010 by Steven Hunley
 

 

Image of a Long Beach bus.

A lady at the bus stop is trying to pop something open. Pop! There it goes. It’s a tiny bottle of Jose Cuervo! What is this, a bar? She sees a friend drive by in a car and gets a ride. I don’t....

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