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CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘LORD OF THE DANCE’ BY SANDRA ARNOLD

CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘LORD OF THE DANCE’ BY SANDRA ARNOLD

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 5, 2019

  Lord of the Dance Sandra Arnold   Clutching her list, Liberty pushed open the library door and skidded across the floor to a startled young man behind a mahogany desk. She waved her list and asked where she should look.  He pointed to the top floor, where...
CLASSIFIED ARTWORK: ‘VANISHING HOPES I’ BY EMMANUEL MONZIES

CLASSIFIED ARTWORK: ‘VANISHING HOPES I’ BY EMMANUEL MONZIES

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 5, 2019

Vanishing Hopes I Emmanuel Monziès Emmanuel Monziès is transposing living material like plants and bodies on paper or on canvas with a predilection for monotypes. Runner-up for the next Creative Quarterly #54 journal (November 2018 for publication in April 2019)...
CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘LORD OF THE DANCE’ BY SANDRA ARNOLD

CLASSIFIED FICTION: ‘TRUTH MAY RISE IN THE CREAMY FROTH OF THE NEXT BEER’ BY SALLY RYHANEN

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019

  Truth May Rise in the Classified Creamy Froth of the Next Beer Sally Ryhanen   If there is a patron saint for the evil of heart, she must be Irish. There was my target, dangling upside down from a rustic lighthouse, begging to be rescued. Smack in front of...
CLASSIFIED POETRY: ‘THE SECOND QUESTION’ BY MIKE TOOK

CLASSIFIED POETRY: ‘THE SECOND QUESTION’ BY MIKE TOOK

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019

  The Second Question  Mike Took   I’m a non-British resident, transgender working pensioner I’m a means-tested, mixed race, unpaid contracted support-worker I’m a non-white, gender fluid, single parent lesbian I’m a child of Muslim parents, asexual,...
CLASSIFIED NON-FICTION: ‘A CASUAL SUNDAY TOURIST’ BY LAZARUS TRUBMAN

CLASSIFIED NON-FICTION: ‘A CASUAL SUNDAY TOURIST’ BY LAZARUS TRUBMAN

by Here Comes Everyone | Sep 4, 2019

  A Casual Sunday Tourist Lazarus Trubman   As I get older, people and events disappear from my memory, but some, thank goodness, stay there forever. Like the story of a murder I never committed.   It was in 1980, a Sunday at the end of February or in...
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