Annie was my mother’s older sister, and she read fortunes for a living. She could divine meaning from cards spread across a kitchen table top to determine whether a husband…
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Website Submission Guidelines Interview with Josh Dale, Editor-in-Chief How did Thirty West Publishing House start? It was in my 3rd year of undergrad at Temple University. I recently switched my…
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The woman was limping toward me, using a black and green umbrella as a cane. I was standing at the bus stop on Second and Washington in Hoboken on a…
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I remember being in a large white, paneled, cafeteria. There were about twenty vertical lunch tables for recipients to sit firmly while they waited for their names to be called.…
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Image Credit: Thomas Deininger Face it. Wallace Stevens was sucking up to death when he called her the mother of all beauty. I can’t blame him. My mother was a…
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By Logan February A name is something given, passed like a note that was never meant to be read because the receiver already knows what it says. But I…
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Here in this courtyard with its garden chairs, washing line, grass shooting feebly out of the ground, a patio for the semi-productive crazies, there is a line beaming through all…