By: Balu George The Oneness of all things God is the taste in water, the radiance of the moon, the snow on mountain tops, and the twinkle in the baby’s eyes. God is the body, the hair, the feet and…
By: Tahira Z. “It’s time to leave, Meera. Are you ready?” Meera’s mother, Mrs. Joseph knocked on her door. Meera opened the door, wiping the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Her mind continued to replay the incident…
By: Daginne Aignend She feels restless, tensed, without a reason actually just nervous and twitchy. It was the time of the day they call the twilight zone when daylight slowly fades into total darkness. A deep resonant sound rumbles in the…
By: T.R. Healy Travers scarcely got across the suspension bridge when the top of the Chesterton Column appeared in a corner of the windshield. He winced. Just a shade over a hundred feet, the marble obelisk was built shortly after the…
By: G. Louis Heath I am looking at the motorboats racing up And down, going nowhere it seems, in the Pursuit of pleasure. This is recreation on The mighty river that runs through my town. I sit on a bench…
By: G. Louis Heath A phalanx of muscular, gray cloud gazes Dimly on my day. I hear thunderbirds Behind the thunderheads. Or maybe they Are chariots roaring out of Rome, drawn By sky horses. Yes, more like that. I think…
By: G. Louis Heath The sky that Sunday spring evening Curdled burnt-orange and salmon pink Against a canopy of blue, a motley sky Over fugitive snow, so evanescent as to Defy my sense of what is. Snow takes Its leave,…
By: Lynn White We were the pure gold people. The golden generation of bouncing baby boomers who had it all, the best music, the most fun and the security and optimism of a golden future. Now we have had our…
By: Lynn White These people here, those people there. What do they know. What do they care. What will touch their little lives, to move them, shake them, disarrange them. What will pinch them, wake them, make them sit up,…
By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges…