MATTHEW EICHENLAUB: The Fall Dance

A loon’s call echoes across the amber lake. Her mate’s wail reassures her. Above, a rested comrade takes point. The spent goose banks away, catches the slipstream. Mirrored hardwoods preen, sashay their lurid, crimson regalia. But the old ones yawn, smiling at the adolescents, who dream tonight’s dance never ends. Matthew lives in Maine. Powered…

MICHAEL HILTON: Stranger

Let him die. The authorities will see. Can you carry the world’s weight with a back full of lead? I see you. Stranger. Will you overthrow them? You tend his wounds, and now you’re the dying one. But another comes. Stranger. Tending your wounds. Perhaps you have overthrown much more. Michael Hilton lives in Irving,…

DIANE CALLAHAN: The Bravery of Aitzaz Hasan

At fifteen, the Pakistani boy knew the world was evil. He saw the stranger outside the school gate, noted the bulge against the man’s chest. Unafraid, the boy stepped forward—and died in the explosion. His mother cried, but that boy saved hundreds of mothers from crying for their children. Diane Callahan is a freelance developmental…

PATRICK TROTTI: Question(s)

How am I supposed to be honest with the very person whose judgment is the key to my freedom? “Thoughts of hurting yourself or others?” If I tell him the truth he’ll put me away, and if I lie the voices won’t stop. So tell me, what should I do? Patrick Trotti is a freelance…

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