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Thad Rutkowski/The Ore Hole

    THE ORE HOLE   By Thaddeus Rutkowski During a school day, a science teacher took my class on a field trip. We hiked to a patch of trees growing in a crater in the ground. “This was an ore hole,” he explained. “Iron ore was dug here; then it was blasted in a furnace and shaped into pellets. That’s what made this area rich.” All we could see were trees growing in a pit. In one section, people had dumped their garbage. Bottles, cans and other non-degradable items lay on the surface of the fill. As we walked through the leaf cover, a girl announced that she saw a penis. “It’s sticking up,” she said. “Where is it?” the teacher asked. The girl pointed to a whitish, erect object on the ground. Around the base of the object was a dark-brown sheath. “It’s a mushroom,” the teacher said, “It might be edible.” On closer inspection, the mushroom turned out to have an unpleasant smell. No one would touch it. We left it where it was. * In the evening, my parents started to argue about something—I couldn’t tell what. I tried to watch television with my brother and sister and not listen to my father’s voice. “You’ve turned them all against me,” my father said. “You’re all against me, you and your chink children.” I knew what...

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Thad Rutkowski/Hard Biking

HARD BIKING   by Thaddeus Rutkowski It’s raining, and I’m on foot, heading for my parked bicycle, when I see a bike go by with two umbrellas attached to it. One umbrella is over the main rider, and the other is over the back wheel, as if to protect a small passenger. Maybe there is a child in the jump seat, but I can’t see any passenger as the bike rolls away. I have no umbrella. I have only a plastic jacket with a hood. Light rain falls onto my face as I start to ride home. “This isn’t so bad,” I think as my pants get soaked. “At least the air is warm, and I don’t have far to go. I ride through deep water at the side of the street. With each pedal downstroke, one foot gets wet. Maybe I should get two umbrellas for my bike. They could protect me and my daughter, if she were still small enough to ride on the back. * Between the traffic and the curb, a taxicab door opens in front of me. I’m too close to stop. My front wheel hits the door, and I fall off my bike. I pick the bike and myself up as a woman gets out of the car’s back seat and walks away. I get back on my bike and ride, but when...

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Fall Fundraiser: 2017-style A message from the founder: We need your help. For the past 13 years, since 2004, Ragazine.CC has been a labor of love produced by a stable of contributors and number of financial donors whose works and funding, respectively, have kept us going and growing. We have been fortunate in being able to add features such as an events calendar and a daily arts news feed, and to offer them cost-free to our international audience. Unfortunately, these features are increasingly costly, and we are asking our readers once again to take part in our efforts to keep Ragazine free and independent by contributing what you can to help us cover these expenses. And all our valued Content Contributors! Our contributors and editors have worked from the beginning for free. We would like to change that. With this issue, we are offering unique advertising opportunities for businesses, foundations, theaters, institutions, and others. No pop-ups; no litter; no wasted space. We are looking for partners seeking marketing opportunities to audiences that share our interests in presenting the most diverse collection of creative materials available on a single site. For more information, click *protected email*. Income will be used to create a fund to provide nominal stipends for editorial staff, material contributors and others whose collaborative efforts make Ragazine viable. http://ragazine.cc/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Ragazine-Video.mp4   You may remember some of the past issues...

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Barbara Rosenthal/Art Review

This is an understated series of stately whimsicality. It is beautiful to look at and fun to walk amidst. The pastel and royal colors, pinky coral, soft aqua, pale yellow, deep ultramarine, sometimes against black, sometimes with a subtle white-line texture, sometimes on a bit of cloth, are subtly mixed and matched, and the conceptual and visual delicacy of their combinations is supremely refreshing to the eye and mind in an age of so much harshness in painted forms.

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