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A September Breakfast in the Piedmont

A grasshopper sat on my toaster today, / Looking puzzled yet nonchalant. Paul Murphy

Where Mothers Hung the Clothes

On a fall afternoon in my warm kitchen, I bake a frittata. / Fried onions, red potatoes, cream, cheddar, eggs Joyce Victor

Oranges

When my smell came back, I caught / a whiff of lapsang souchong steeping John Minczeski

Ollie Ollie

Giggling, she runs from the family room couch / where I sit and count, both hands over my eyes. Carl “Papa” Palmer

Crushed

An Appalachian mining family struggles to find ways to survive. Michael Soika

And Hear Their Death-Knell Ringing

A teenager’s rocky relationship with her Quaker grandmother. Lynn Gazis

This in Remembrance

Something was always on the stove. We talked / until a lid began to dance, and again / when she… Donald Mace Williams

How I Say God

"When she died, my mother left me with joy..." Robin Dellabough

Online Features

The Last Friend On Earth

There must be other people still alive somewhere. I don’t know where. I don’t know how to find them even… Joy Weimer

Pistachios and Cats

Shoes line the walls of the Grand Bazaar. Yellow shoes. Blue shoes. Black shoes. Red shoes. Lynn Gazis

What A Minute Could Do

The first minute to take effect was minute 2023.12.1b of the Lower Sittingbourne Local Meeting Hospitality Committee: Arrangements for social… Rhiannon Grant

Something Odd about the Dyers

Mr. Erick Dyer, a Quaker man from an old Quaker family, found the pod in his farm’s back forest on… Mel Stephen Sharpe

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