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Poetry Jay Jacobs

Gull at Sunset Photo by Karen Dinan Contributors

Following Tony Tedeschi’s lead article about the late Matias Zeledon, his daughter, Juliana, writes: My dad always said, “I’d rather be known as the guy who sold the best cup of coffee you have ever had, rather than the guy who sells the most coffee.” Read more of her poignant thoughts about her father’s coffee producing in artistry, “The Coffee Artist: A Personal Memoir,” Page 12.

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Photo spreads by Kasia Staniaszek and the team of Katie Cappeller and Ben DiRocco take us through depictions of Alaska, Poland and Northern California, beginning on Page 16. Examples of Karen Dinan’s photographic art grace pages throughout the issue, while Janet Safris introduces us to her stunning bird photography on the back cover and on Page 13.

“Memories are jogged, recalled and dusted off,” in a poem by Jay Jacobs, Page 27.

Frank I. Sillay, presents us with an “alluring vision” in his “Ghost Story“ on Page 28. Then he explains how, “having started off with three or four dollars between us, Tom and I stayed drunk for several days” in “Klepto Currency” on Page 30.

Buddy Mays treats us to spectacular pictures of wildlife in Alaska with his photo essay, “Postcard from Glacier Bay” (Page 16). He also contributes some history of the north’s most celebrated sporting woman in “The Best Little Whorehouse in Ketchikan.” (Page 31)

“Sardinia: The Prideful Isle,” is excerpted from Bill Scheller’s new book, “In All Directions,” published by Natural Traveler Books and available on Amazon (Page 33). Bill also writes a short piece on one of his many train travel experiences, “Ripping” (Page 14).

“For I, with all my dumb luck, had been given a life now of such wonderment,” Kendric W. Taylor writes in the first of two short stories, “Ah, Paradise.” (Page 40) It is followed by his story, “Days and Nights in Buenos Aires.” (Page 45)

“Coach Grant was hoping I’d just keep the bat on my shoulder and watch the next pitch, hoping it was a ball,” fourteen-year-old Nick is thinking as he prepares to step back into the batter’s box in Tony Tedeschi’s short story “Two-Run Triple,” beginning on Page 54.

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