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Table of Contents
Editor's Notes
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Stories & Essays
A Day In the Life
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By Sida Li
Eight Minutes
_ By Michael Gettings
Jesusland
_ By Max Gordon
One September Morning
_ By Brian G. Ross
Patrimony
_ By Len Joy
Reading Between the Lines
_ By Michael Gettings
Scarring Truth
_ By M.W. Hamel
Snapshots of the Ordinary
_ By Monica Lee
Spirals
_ By Robert Connal
Stars
_ By Daliso Chaponda
The Jury
_ By Jeremy Tavares
The Thief
_ By Marva Dasef
The Train to Pennsylvania
_ By C.L. Atkins

Poetry
735 Miles to Nootka Island
_ By Nicholas D. Klacsanzky
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #125
_ By Duane Locke
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #127
_ By Duane Locke
Barnstormer
_ By Lynn Strongin
Gilded Candy
_ By Mina Blue
Marriage 2
_ By Christine Redman-Waldeyer
Memo to Italy
_ By Andrew Francis
Rain, Your Words, and the Agony...
_ By Betina Evancha
Sarcasm
_ By Juliette Capra
Textbook
_ By Christine Redman-Waldeyer
The Unspoken Eloquence of the Sword
_ By Anne Nialcom
Three Shades of Grey
_ By Monica Lee
We Pay
_ By Betina Evancha
White Dread
_ By David Snyder
Writing
_ By Betina Evancha

Art & Photography
Keira Anderson
_ Photography
Anne-Julie Aubry
_ Paintings
Whitney Clegg
_ Photography and Drawings
Eman Reharno Jeman
_ Photography, Graffiti, and Drawings
Mike Pomery
_ Paintings
Jennifer Robbins-Mullin
_ Photography
Madia Krisnadi Widodo
_ Photography
Penny Wilson
_ Mixed Media and Digital Art

We Pay
By Betina Evancha


"We pay for people to shovel," she says,
but the man paid so well
has red cheeks
and tired hands, and I find that my feet
hesitate to pack down snow
for the specter of convenience.

beneath the flush there is shame in his cheeks;
he is not rich, not white-
he doesn't speak English.

I do not tell her that my education was a gift,
I am ashamed because I walk over just-washed
floors and pursue my education over efforts
which luck snubbed

because that is the way I've been taught.

She tramps down new snow
But conscience swings my steps off
one shoveller's path, and even though our
lives speak different languages,

he smiles.

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BETINA EVANCHA is a high school student from Massachusetts. She has been writing poetry since she was eight years old, but she only became serious about it and began to share her work two years ago. Besides expressing herself through free verse, she also enjoys singing, playing sports, and laughing until she can't breathe.

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