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Taddle Creek Summer Tour, Toronto Friday, June 11, 2010 - That boy of mine and I drove down to Toronto, checked into a small hotel on Carlton Street and then walked down to Jet Fuel Coffee Shop. At the door we grabbed the June issue...

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Good Help Is Hard To Fry fiction by Paul Phillips Obituary: New York City – Former Senator and real estate tycoon Brendan St. James passed away this morning after a long battle with pancreatic cancer. He is survived by his wife, Gloria and his son,...

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Snapshots from a Rock Band Picnic poem by Derek Richards brown dead grass salutes the hemingway afternoon i've been craving. cleaning the shotguns, oil and exaggerations. tossing cruel poems at the sun. my hair falls to my waist because i am young. the...

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The Reality of Fame guest editorial by Heather Fitzpatrick I can’t get into Glee, and for the longest time I’ve wondered why. I should love the show, I love all movies and shows about singing and dancing. I love the music they showcase, but I just can’t...

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Cry Sorrow poem by Gary Beck I sing the sorrows of the world in my imperfect tongue that has renounced artistry so I can proclaim the troubles of our time without artifice. Every age endured man's bestiality, but the anguish...

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Paul Phillips

Paul Phillips is a self-employed bookstore owner and thinks his hero is Bernard Black. His works have been published at MicroHorror, Six Sentences, BlinkInk, and Powder Burns Flash. He lives in Australia, is a single father to a teenage boy, and loves British comedy. He can be found blogging at www.crybbe666.blogspot.com.

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