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Fiction
by Clayton Bradshaw-Mittal
"With the Blues on her mind, Frida Lomax walks through the Delta Blues Museum Bar and Coffeeshop, turns on the lights above oil paintings of musicians who died in material poverty, consumed by knife wounds, calloused hands, liver disease."
by Aimee Parkison
"Since her death hadn’t happened yet, I couldn’t erase it with flowers, though I’ve prepared myself for the worst by studying crime scene photos, so I could never be shocked by her passing."
"Let’s find the crux of the issue. He loves that word. Crux. It sounds like a broken glass, scraped out of his mouth."
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