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    The Age of Aquarius, Aquarius by Leah Mueller

    All of my life, I’ve had mixed feelings about being an Aquarius.  As a child in the early 70s, I sought out and devoured every astrological description I could find.  I was enthralled by the little Dell paperbacks by the grocery checkout stands that, for the price of a quarter, promised answers to life’s greatest conundrums: “What Does Your Handwriting Say About YOU?” “Interpret the Symbols of Your Dreams!” and “Learn to Read Your Own Face.” There were racks of little books devoted to each astrological sign, and I peeked through the descriptions of all of them, as I waited in line to buy cigarettes for my parents.  In one…

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    Tyr’s Wrath by Martin Chase

    Crimson soil, soaked in blood Of mine kin, of gods slaughtered By most fiendish blade. Their bodies strewn, entrails spilled; Father, mother, and brethren.   Odin, on his own Spear his head is impaled; Thor By poison bolts pierced, Frey, his flesh razed to ash; All else, maimed, ravaged, and torn.   Were I mortal man, With remaining fist, the gods I would damn for this.  

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    Keep Tacoma Feared by Elizabeth Beck

    Weird Tacoma Issue 15 August 22nd, 2015 Welcome, citizens, to another edition of Weird Tacoma. In this issue, we’ll be exploring the curious phenomenon of the Point Defiance Hellhole. Point Defiance is a park to be proud of, with its storied history, commitment to preservation, and sheer acreage. Like any beautiful thing, the surface need only be scratched to glimpse the dark secrets beneath. Not far from the zoo, along the scenic Five-Mile Drive is Fort Nisqually, a place where you can still visit the 1800s, where daily life and historic events are reenacted for the modern-day time traveler. One of the scenes that will never see the light of day…

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    The Plight of Bounty by Chelsea Vitone

    She sat at the long table, twirling her fork across her plate. Her mother’s forced laughter came from the head of the table and Aadhiya rolled her eyes. Her parents were throwing yet another dinner party and the swarm of the elite was almost nauseating. How could they act like everything was normal, everything was ok? Just before sunrise, her service girl Adeline, her best friend, had shook her awake, tears streaming down her face. Her brother was sick. Aadhiya watched Mrs. Hanson in her padded pant suit to make her look more ample than her hollowed cheeks belied. Dr. Nguyen wore the silk suit that he always swore was…

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    Magnum Opus by Jennifer Chushcoff

    If I must burn, burn me with my books. Let leaves fall and crisp, let poets sing me to sleep their lyrics, a lullaby. If I must burn, burn me with my books. Let loose the mad philosophers and all those clever novelists, even the fact-based wonder writers, I want it all. All the thoughts – the language of my spirit, singed in script, an alchemical triumph. If I must burn, burn me with my books.

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    Summer of Love: 1969 – 2009 by Heather Pilder Olson

    It’s the Summer of Love revisited: 40 years since the original. Have we made progress? Or have we regressed, impressed now With technology, getting connected On Facebook and Twitter and can you Tweet free love?   There is war on and we do not march for peace. There is a recession and we don’t protest in the street. Are we complacent?  Do we care? Should we still wear flowers in our hair? Can we feel free love when we don’t feel free? Can you come talk instead of texting me?   Are we better off or just more lonely?

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    Part 1: The Trilogy of the Special One: Veil Over Her Eyes by Lawander Thompson

    Bellania had her first taste of traveling when she was five years. She recalls that time when she was sitting proudly next to her mother in the window seat staring out onto the landscape. It was like looking through a large view master. Everything was in 3D, very vivid with colorful landscapes passing her by as the train moved steady ahead. This was so exciting for her because she had never really been on a long journey before but there would be many more to come, beyond what she knew as earthly travels.  She loved to sit quietly and count how many houses, trees, cows, or cars she passed by…

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    Youssef by Sabrina Schongalla

    Stepping outside your comfort zone can teach you a lot about yourself, about life, and about how limited your understanding of the world really is.  It was about 110 degrees in Marrakech, Morocco each day I spent wandering the streets near Jemaa el-Fnaa one recent July. The souks were packed with tourists like us dodging the bustling crowds, trying to avoid being hit by the passing horse-drawn carts and the motorcycles zipping through the narrow streets as vendors called to us to step inside their nooks and purchase their wares.  Because Ramadan had fallen in July this year the mosques called out the routine prayers over loudspeakers and no one…

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    The Tale of the Carry-On Culprits by Jackie Fender

    I shuffled through the usual envelopes containing statements of financial obligation, fliers emblazoned with stellar deals at this or that establishment, more bills and then….what was this? A thick, white envelope with a blue border and my name and address scrawled in black ink on the front. There was no impending special occasion, no cause for a friend to send snail mail so the non-bill correspondence was unexpected. No name could be found with the return address and as I flipped the envelope over to open it, upon further examination I spied a thumb print, in what could have been blood?! My heartbeat quickened as I tore the paper open,…