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Roger Fanning

Summer 2004

Fishing for Perch

By Roger Fanning

Fed up with Seattle’s coffee jitters jamming the streets with SUVs, I tromp my boots on the arboretum boardwalk, going fishing. I feel better once I’m squinching a hook through […]

Summer 2004

The Middle Age

By Roger Fanning

Between TV and computer screens counterfeiting a dragon glow in our mouths agog and fundamentalists dreaming up real fire and smoke to transmogrify the U.S.A., we may be on our […]

Spring 2002

Beside Himself

By Roger Fanning

A boy clompclomping like Frankenstein's monster, trying out some new boots, goofing at the shoe store when—bam!—one of those tilted floor-level mirrors freezes him. It seems a sheer vertiginous tunnel […]