by Peter H. Putnam, Jr. In April 1998, my father is lying in a South Carolina hospital with a ventilator plugged into his throat. He has no voice. He once sang “Impossible Dream” in an impossibly deep bass voice, now...
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Read Moreby Eric Diamond Be thankful for the grief in autumn, rust on weathervanes, sour plums, and soothing words for the sad, four-leav’d heart. I let bygones be bygones, then went after bigger fish to fry. Try my speckled perch with...
Read Moreby Forrest Arnold The hospice nurse sweetly touched my mom’s fingers and toes, checking the color of her skin, then patted her cheek gently and said, “Today’s the day, Rosie. Today’s the day.” When...
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by David Wolff Deep in the Venezuelan jungle of the Orinoco River Delta in 2000,, I worked as a...
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