The Detour | Nonfiction | by Curtis C. Morgan There are weeks in a life that you recognize, even as they happen, as something you will carry forever. We have had our share. But if Beth and I had to name one—one week above all others...

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Going Under | Form: Unreliable Narrator | by Jim Eigo Falling into a black hole, a dying star gets pulled apart. On a faraway planet the wise men wonder:...

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A Little Learning by Peter Abrahams

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Into the Fire | Personal Account by Jennifer Kelly “Don’t tell a patient that it will be okay.” Our nursing professor strolled the aisles of the cramped classroom one hand clutching her cane. The walls were dusty pink, and we sat at rickety desks, the...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Priceless | by B. Michael Rubin My parents weren't art connoisseurs nor were they culturally clueless. My mother owned a Peter, Paul and Mary LP. Occasionally she would pull out a boxed set of La Bohème records, a gift from her moth...

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Buried Alive | Personal Account by Barry Beder They thought they murdered me. Six boys stood above me with shovels, circling a mound of wet sand. I was buried under it, trapped. It’s weight pressed into my chest and pinned my arms...

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Our Injuries | Fiction by Daniel Barrios “Are you mad at me?” I asked while slicing cucumbers at work. I had it down to a science. They had to be cucumbers-cucumbers, not squash or zucchini, because those spoke to the mandolin the best. “No,...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Nayra Atiya | Shift in Awareness | 3 Poems Children are signposts for those of us who give birth to them, adopt, or foster them, care for and teach them. They lead us all into worlds we may never have encountered...

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2 Literary Lists | The 1950s: Then and Now | by Dennis Kaplan | The Drift & Dribble Miscellany TSome Things That Have Stayed Pretty Much the Same Since I Was a Boy: Snickers, The three broadcast networks, Alcohol content of beer...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Interview | Kittentits Author Holly Wilson with Jack Gayer Stephen King once wrote that there are easy reads, but there are no easy “writes.” When people respond with pearl-clutching to your book on Goodreads, you respond by liking their bad reviews...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Letter Not About Love | by Laura Lemmon There are few people who elicit strong enough emotions to write letters to. So maybe you’ll appreciate this, since you enjoy eliciting strong emotions just for the sake of it. I think you’re obligated...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Don’t Forget Me | by Lleyton M. Kane You're expecting wisdom. Some hard-won insight I'll be grateful for later, delivered backward through time like a telegram from the wreckage. If only I'd known. That kind of thing...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | The Boy from 5B | by Rebecca Mejia We were in the middle of our math lesson on the morning of Valentine’s Day when I felt a sudden energy shift in the fifth-grade classroom, the air bristled with an electricity that had not been there ...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Blood In My Alcohol Stream | by Madison Hankins Her eyes are hidden behind their damp lids, blocking out whatever might enter her room this time. Tucked into the crook of Charlie’s arm, as if being strangled, is her stuffed...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Pushed Over the Edge | by Marc Watson It’s entirely his fault he’s dead. That much, I think, is beyond question. He didn’t deserve a life to live out—at least, not the kind he pretended to lead. He earned his demise, whether anyone wants ...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Black Forest Canyon | by Ric Brancato I reach into the shower, turn the shower knob to hot, wait a few seconds, and step in. Ahhh. Now how good does this feel? I close my eyes and rock myself, gently, side to side, letting the water rain ...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Young Love | by Martha Patterson When I was young, I was lucky to be accepted into a Seven Sisters college in Massachusetts. In the 1970s I looked forward to escaping from under my parents’ roof...

www.augustdriftanddribble.com/patterson.html On the prompt: "And Yet I Loved Her So".

The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Thirty-Six Births | by Bonnie Voigt On my last night as a student midwife, I donned my dread along with my scrubs. My car no longer smelled like weed. I had long since kicked the habit. When I arrived, tealights glittered in the birth s...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | The Third Chair | by Ömer Özgören The office was thinning out when Omer finished the last items on his list. His phone rang as he was slipping into his coat. “Still there?” Emre asked.......

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Perfect Crime | by Mark Jacobs Call me Johno. You watch enough movies, you come away with the idea that nobody has ever committed the perfect crime. Everybody, even the very smart and the very lucky, makes one mistake, and there’s ...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Your ‘Bio-Fragment’ | A Note to Our Writers We’re interested in writing for its own sake, not based on who else loves you, so our contributor’s notes don’t list your past publishing credits or your...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | On the Other Side of Britain | by Inez Khaddi The forest is pine-wood and flat. The kind with stag and pheasants, red and fat, flitting through the trees. The kind with long furrows—even scars that were once tilled by broken-backed villeins...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Oracle | by Allison Baker On our third date we met in the desert. I sat in the mass produced macrame swing hung at an awkward height with my legs sticking out at strange angles while Carol Cole played on the cheap all in one r...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Intimate Threads of Role Reversals | by Waresa Hu I sat in the driver’s seat of the car, silently fuming as I watched my dad struggle to put on his seatbelt. With one mobile arm, he feebly reached for the seatbelt across his right shoulder to buckle ...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | A Wiener Shade of Pale | by James Roderick Burns WAY OUT OF town, beyond the Abbey and the seagulls, Eskdale lay sandwiched between an industrial estate and a thin slice of sixties housing. Every day I bumped-and-trundled in by train; my friend...

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5 Days at Moniack Mhor, a
Creative Center and Writer's Retreat in the Scottish Highlands.
by Raimer Rugh

The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Fire and Ice | Lorraine Hanlon Comanor Ever since my skating coach Cecilia said I wasn’t worth teaching and I wet my pants in my lesson...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | The Language of a Room | Pat Murphy McClelland On a blistering day in late July, a few weeks after my husband’s death, slightly maddened by fresh grief and by a jolting sense of possibility...

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The Drift & Dribble Miscellany | Jonathan Daniel Gardner | You Are Also Dying Hank and I had been awake long enough that the apartment felt borrowed. It was a three month rental north of Prospect Park, probably one block into Greenpoint, but I still told people...

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The Questions I Wish I Had Asked My Mother What was it like to be considered a foreigner in your birthplace of Vienna because your father was from Turkey? Did you feel Viennese or Austrian or Turkish or none of the above?...

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