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Month: March 2016

Story: The Last Lawn Party

By: Ruth Z. Deming The Greenbaums lived in a large stone- front ranch house in Weirton, West Virginia. Papa had emigrated from Vienna, well before the worst of the Jewish purges, graduated from medical school at Case Western Reserve across the…

Story: Eerie sounds

By: Sri Ram While the Mars exploration space shuttle was on its way to Mars’s Orbital Path around the sun, Mark Webber was looking at the newspaper copies which featured his 5 year old son’s summer camp photos. He had…

Poem: Twins

By: Mary P. Douglas The twins astonishingly entered the world on the day they were due The deliveries went as envisioned A boy and a girl, The parents were pleased. The twins’ lives commenced beginning the unspoken, lifetime competition. The…

Poem: Me, You, and the Moon

By: Mary P. Douglas Rocketing to the moon, Stealing a star, maybe two, Observing the universe, Amazed by the view, Wishing I could share it with you, Maybe I am; maybe it’s me, you, and the moon, Sailing leisurely, Drifting…

Poem: The taut wire of a horizon

By: Gauri Kadam The taut wire of a horizon The big ebullient blur of a sun It looked like a fantasy, not an intended pun The watery mirages of the sea fluttering like shirts hung to dry in cool breeze…

Story: Wow Signal

By: Sri Ram At the Colorado State University Radio Observatory, Polanski was keenly observing that part of the space, from where a Radio Observatory in Ohio had detected a Wow signal in 1977. Polanski strongly believed that there must have…

Mimesis and the State of US Democracy

By: Gaither Stewart  Dictionaries relate the word mimesis, of ancient Greek origin, to imitation, representation, mimicry, similarity, or the act of resembling. Today, mimesis is most often related to literary and societal functions. I recently read a study of mimesis as…

Poem: Charlestown, Massachusetts (1947)

By: Robert A. Davies Bunker Hill Monument up the street! 18 year old discoverer come to gather signatures for Wallace. Iron beds wall to wall, such old people he has never seen and they so eager to see him. Though sensing…

Poem: Brother!

By: Robert A. Davies Wake up, brother! Step out of your ashes – your step-brother insists! I believe you were born in Dorchester in 1930, I was 2. Our father abandoned both of us. You had a single mother lunch of…