By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot hide surprise. After every rain shower I would…
By: Amirah Al- Wassif Everyone has heard of Costa’s miracles in our grey village; the boy who had a wooden toy and a cheerful wren bird. His giant miracles were in his spoken wooden toy which could create a lot…
By: Richard Tattoni I finally got my own computer. Now I would be a writer. No need for a job. Hours turned to days, then weeks, then months, then years until the story was finished. I was the unpublished writer. How…
By: Debadatta Pati The story goes that when Puneet Singh abandoned his newborn daughter wrapped in a pink, no-frills hospital blanket in midst of a sugarcane field near Ambala village in North India, she survived for 4 days without any water…
By: Debadatta Pati When my 11-year-old little brother started walking funny, dressed up like a girl, and spoke about grown-up stuff, no one had any qualms about him being possessed and, that’s when my family decided to call a tantric from…
By: Alan Berger Ann Maxwell was born with exceptional beauty inside and out and yet she never gave a conceited thought regarding either one. She figured everyone was born like that. As a young girl she just wanted not a…
By: Neil Ellman Blast in Silence (after the painting by Rameshwar Broota) In this silent universe there are blasts concussions and resolutions we are not allowed to hear among the chaos of colliding stars and planets galactic winds through empty space…
By Norbert Kovacs Trisha Tidwell offered to make her husband Joe his favorite lunch, scrambled eggs with onions, so they might sit at the kitchen table and have a conversation. The two had spoken less and less since Joe worked…
By: Ian Fletcher No ordinary English professor he sprinkled his conversation and copious literary criticism with trendy scientific terms as if to imply he could grasp the mysteries of the cosmos as easily as those of poetry. He talked of the…
By: Ben Wright Shadow Person I’m still not sure of my favorite season, nor if I’m a morning person or an evening person, but I do love dawn and dusk – those times when the sun is hiding behind the…