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  A "BEST OF" SAMPLE From "Cross My Heart" by K. M. Clark: "Playing the boy meant that you had to be on top. We used to practice kissing in 3rd grade, taking turns playing the boy. Lara would put a pillow between our faces so that we never touched, but we still felt each other the same."   About Derek Who Left Us    We Love You
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Fiction  A Fork in the River Lisa Timpf Un Agujerito Negro Arthur Plotnik Aviary Nick Castellano Down in Chaotica Max Talley Everything Exotic Has a Caretaker Jaq Evans Faith of Our Fathers Emmet O'Cuana Junie's Folly Jewel Beth Davis Lilith Alethea Eason Tributary Paul Smith Turning Richard K. Weems Photograph of my Father Love Poem #27 Sorry Why I Won't Facebook You Romanini's Pistachio Grove Bones Sliding Aparts in Loam 14-karat |
  DEL SOL REVIEW IS BITS AND BITS AND BITS AND BITS AND BITS OF LIT
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Fiction The Bed of Nails Luisa Costa Gomes (#9) The Old Greek Derek Alger (#10) Toon Red Nav Ardnaxela Lisa Thompson (#9) Easy Go Mary Beth Caschetta (#15) The Jihad of Agha-ye Rahimi Leissa Shahrak (#12) Plov Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry (#14) Liquid Duano Jay Ponteri (#13) Tales of Dick ... And Jane Nin Andrews (#11) The Curve of the Earth Susan Morgan (#15) Public Access Elizabeth Wetmore (#12) Cross My Heart K.M. Clark (#18) Etzel's Piano Grace Theriault-Mayfield (#13) Self-Portrait as Postscript Being Hard Because I Could Not Make the Orchid Bloom In Our Dark It's Not the Day I See Saturday Across the Calm Blue Lake The Nighthawk Takes a Gander I Sing of Those Who Die by Suicide Scheduling Amnesia
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 "Hot and hungry hazel eyes met mine, promising everything up to and including the post-coital cigarette." From "The Band Played Tuxedo Junction" by Melanie Bacon "He had stopped smoking before and had occasionally needed oxygen, but now specialists put him on a steady regimen of oxygen, antibiotics, steroids, and other medicines. For stretches the steroids would help, but they also damaged his immune system, and after a near fatal bout of pneumonia, he resisted taking them. He couldn't trust the doctors. He couldn't travel. He couldn't leave his house, except for short periods of time. Friends had to come to him. He needed oxygen all the time. On waking, he spent hours just clearing his clogged lungs. Jan, his wife, was loving always, and together they took the challenge of his disease and fought it, hoping to find a way of slowing its progress and keeping quality of life." From "Jacks Last Ride?" by DeWitt Henry   Del Sol Review 2020 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW Suite 443 Washington, DC 20006 |
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