The aliens came and took our mothers away. On the third night of the month, under a crescent moon, I saw my mother float away while asleep in her silver nightgown. It was an amazing sight. Like a flock of geese out of my window, she joined the other Moms in the ray of light of the waiting flying saucers. |
"Insomnia and Aliens"
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The Literary Review: An International Journal of Contemporary Writing has been published quarterly by Fairleigh Dickinson University since 1957. Its many special issues have introduced new fiction, poetry, and essays from many nations, regions, or languages to English readers. Issues focus on such topics as contemporary fiction in Portugese, Iranian exiles, new Irish writing, North African authors, and Philippine fiction and poetry. Works from issues devoted to writing in English have won awards and been reprinted in many collections.
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