By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter night Dome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.

By: Andrew Nickerson In military tactics/strategy, many great names have risen/fallen in prominence. However, one name has consistently stood the test of time: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War. This 2,000-year-old text set the standard for everything from…

By: Marc Livanos It was late January and the air was damp. There was a dusting of snow. The panels on the windows were frosted. The fireplace burned brightly. Audrey and I live in a cul-de-sac of Ficus and evergreens….

By: Bruce Levine Gary Campbell weighed his options. He could stay on the course he’d started at fourteen or now, at twenty-four, shift gears and go in another direction. The problem was, what else could he do?                 He was…

By James Aitchison He was born in Singapore to a Chinese father and British mother.  Not only was he the most successful Singaporean author of all time, but also the creator of a character whose uninterrupted success was one of…

By: James Aitchison Unthinking,unaware of his path,man makes choices,takes refuge in the transient,favours the fault lineover the rock.Every man has hismeasure of goodness.He is never lost.In the stillness of his soul,he can reclaim hispurpose and his gifts.The wheel spinsthe truth.

By: Bruce Levine “It’s still cold out,” she said as soon as she returned from walking their dog. “Time to have a talk with Mother Nature.”                 The calendar was nearing April, he agreed, and while the temperature was considered…

By: Kyle Joseph Omandac Ilustrisimo Weighted flight I was once a free birdGracefully swifting through spaceUnbothered by the whistling turbulenceA bird that morning delights breed But then, my life happenedThe weight of feathers doubledBody stuffed with tripled troubleAnd now, I…

By: Pawel Markiewicz Your lute became supernaturally amaranthine.Its melody belonged to marvel of realm full muses.The tender Gods love you – Orpheus and your musing charm.And your homeland – worshipped each your dreamy song and ballads. Soft birds and dazzling…

By Carl Papa Palmer Folks getting ready to go I’m sadI see my carrier I’m happyI go too good or not so gooddepends on where we’re goingPapa’s house or the vetwhen my door opens I’m happyPapa’s house good not the…