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Month: January 2018

Story: Close Encounters

By Suneet Paul It was Sonali’s fortieth birthday today. Her angular face still had that seductive charm of the yester-years, although the hair had started showing signs of grey at the temples and the back of the head. Faint wrinkles…

Poem: My Grandfather’s Wig

By: Richard Luftig I was about six when Grandpa stopped by on his way home from work. He smiled at me, said: You’ll never guess what I have under my hat. He doffed his fedora and I saw his hair, brown,…

Poem: A Stack of 45’s

By: Richard Luftig I tried to explain them to a Millennial once but it didn’t take. How they looked: squat, dressed in their sheer plastic. Mouths wide open in perpetual surprise. And always those B-sides: I’m a Hog for You Baby….

Poem: What it Was

By: Richard Luftig He is intent In his life To make This journey His home. But every passing Day causes Pause Like pen Poised upon Blank page. There are No words left To explain Her absence. It is more Like ice…

Story: The Money Dog

By Cathy Beaudoin Like all the other nights we sleep by the river, my guide dog’s the one who ends up on the cardboard box, avoiding the roots and sticks that might poke her in the middle of the night….

Poem: An Old Dodge

By: Christine Jackson We got married in the spring and after too many bellyfuls of mac and cheese in the wet summer heat, you hankered for a change. You had eighty-two dollars in your jeans pocket. I kept a rumored job…