TIME BRIDGE by Max Reif Walking back to my car in a small lot near the post office, I see the building where Paul lived as a young bachelor years ago, remember how I didn't knock that one time because... Continue Reading →
Persimmons by Max Reif How did persimmons get that reputation for puckering your mouth? When ripe, they're sweet as mangoes. Should any of us be judged before we're ripe? Max Reif was first surprised to pull his car over and... Continue Reading →
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