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Michael Diaz – In the Emptiness of Darkness We are Never Truly Alone; My Story of Survival,  17 Hours Adrift at Sea and a World Full of Good Samaritans

It was midnight. The clouds were moving in covering the moonlight that reflected off the ebony water. In the distance I could see the tiny rows of lights outlining the office buildings of Stamford, which were getting smaller and smaller reminding me I was drifting further east of the shoreline that seemed so close a …

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Tildet – You are the Light

When the world looks cloudy and dark Remember, you are the light. With your smile, love, and kindness Go to your heart, bring out the light. When the world looks bright Take in the light for when it is dark. Remember, you are the light. It is the flow in which we grow, Breath in, …

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Doreen Firestone – “Confessions of a Serial Auditioner”

Dateline:  Late ‘80s – early ‘90s                    The heart of The Great White Way, BROADWAY! Scene:  Equity Headquarters (AKA the Theatrical Actors Union) It’s a bone-chilling morning that begs the predawn sunrise to get off its sorry BLEEP! and aid the approximately fifty aspiring, anxious, fidgety, slightly delirious from lack of sleep actor-hopefuls that already line …

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Ruth Poniarski – Passage

An enclosure of time A sail to guide me on an ivy pass not emerged until one treads the ridge and builds the past Where the path is obscured on the screen of muzzled communications Impacting a common era observing a margin of history lured by my reflection As I lay inert when I travel …

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Dana McDermott – The Last Supper

You never know the last time you might speak to someone. Growing up, my mother always told me “Don’t ever end a conversation with fighting!” “Yeah, yeah, whatever mom,” I’d say sarcastically. “What did she know? She acts like she knows everything.” I was a very stubborn child. Looking back now I wish I had …

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