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The Silence of January, fiction by Frank Reardon
Before Arnie Sandlin could drop a fistful of ice melt outside the doorway of The Ranger Lounge, his stomach exploded and he was thrown five feet across the room into a poker table. Dutchie Selby stepped into the lounge, ice … Continue reading
Lonely Larry, poem by Frank Reardon
LONELY LARRY Everyday Larry walks into the lumber yard with his head down due to years of bad posture. His hair, fake or not, looks like a blond toupee, and he twiddles his fingers in mad circles when he speaks. Mona, … Continue reading