by Amy Hernández Matsumoto
Sea foam floats near my feet. I want to lie down in it, play with it, rest in its cumulus shape. My instinct is to interrupt and scatter the innocence of the ocean’s clouds. My mind and hands argue; “stand and admire them only” wins. Carefully, I lunge over the foamy meringue and refuse to look back. This time, I saw the sign: Harmful Algal Blooms.
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Amy Hernández Matsumoto is co-owner of a Southern Italian restaurant in Vancouver, WA, and an adjunct instructor at Washington State University, Vancouver. Reading, writing, working in the community, and cuddling with her three Shih Tzus are what bring her peace.
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20260919
The Divine Tease
by Woody Allen
In the Hamptons he was up and dressed at 6:00 a.m. and enjoyed a walk on the cool white sand. Alone on the endless coastline, the huge dawn sky gray and moody, the vast ocean, up and back in its rhythm signifying only that time moves in one direction, naturally his thoughts turned to the eternal and from there to the religious. It was here, under these conditions, if ever God's plan was meant to become apparent, this was the setting. Staring out into the horizon he awaited some sign. When no message emerged, no sacred instructions to go along with his ineffable intuition of "something greater" materialized and God was a no-show he began to miss the city where intimations of immortality were scarce, but in trouble you could dial 911. So much for the divine tease, a hustle for suckers.
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Woody Allen is a writer, director, and actor. His six sentences are excerpted from his first novel, What's with Baum?
In the Hamptons he was up and dressed at 6:00 a.m. and enjoyed a walk on the cool white sand. Alone on the endless coastline, the huge dawn sky gray and moody, the vast ocean, up and back in its rhythm signifying only that time moves in one direction, naturally his thoughts turned to the eternal and from there to the religious. It was here, under these conditions, if ever God's plan was meant to become apparent, this was the setting. Staring out into the horizon he awaited some sign. When no message emerged, no sacred instructions to go along with his ineffable intuition of "something greater" materialized and God was a no-show he began to miss the city where intimations of immortality were scarce, but in trouble you could dial 911. So much for the divine tease, a hustle for suckers.
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Woody Allen is a writer, director, and actor. His six sentences are excerpted from his first novel, What's with Baum?
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Robert McEvily
20260918
Deleting Granny
by Joseph Manwill
I have to delete something. My neurolink needs the space. Sorry, Granny, there is no need to remember you singing "Happy Birthday" to me at five. Still not enough. I'll remove the rest of your catalogue. I need that space for the hamburger.
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Joseph Manwill. He is no good at bios and always makes the same joke, which he just made, about being bad at writing bios. He has no links to share.
I have to delete something. My neurolink needs the space. Sorry, Granny, there is no need to remember you singing "Happy Birthday" to me at five. Still not enough. I'll remove the rest of your catalogue. I need that space for the hamburger.
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Joseph Manwill. He is no good at bios and always makes the same joke, which he just made, about being bad at writing bios. He has no links to share.
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Robert McEvily
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