Giudizio Dolce
By Sydney Lea
This guy from the Netherlands grated on me and on all our doctoral peers whenever, with his heavily accented but perfect English, he held forth in our European Literature class.
The Official Literary Journal of University of Southern Maine's Stonecoast MFA
By Sydney Lea
This guy from the Netherlands grated on me and on all our doctoral peers whenever, with his heavily accented but perfect English, he held forth in our European Literature class.
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CREATIVE NONFICTION By Amy Scheiner You’re with me on those summer days, all the windows down and the moon roof open, the sun strong enough to warm our skin but not so strong as to blind us. Your kaleidoscopic bracelets reaching from wrist to elbow…
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