By: Patricia Tramble A smoky white mist slowly moves across the lake. The fog is so thick, I could barely see in front of me and if not careful, I could easily walk into a watery grave. The smell in…
By Julia Lesel When I was 21, a lone female backpacker, I passed through Salzburg, Rome, and Vienna. At one bridge in each city, I took out a notebook and started writing a little sketch of what I observed going…
By E. J. Bradley I am a foster carer who happened to overhear the end of a conversation about foster caring. “I’d be no good at foster care,” explained my sister-in-law to my wife. “I could never love someone else’s…
By: Mike Sharlow I was watching the Lakers play the Heat Sunday afternoon when the local weather geek interrupted the game to announce a severe storm warning. This clean cut, slightly post pubescent weather guy tried to, in a less…
By: Sterling Warner “Gerry—why do you always seem a couple years younger each time I see you?” “Dunno. Sunscreen? Diet? Skin lotion?” Gerry replied. “Smartass!” “At your service, Martin.” “But you’re sorta right…all my outdoor construction works makes me face…
By Dawn DeBraal Henry Passet tried to move his horse forward. Stubborn as he was his stallion Lightening, stood his ground. Henry pulled out his riding crop, striking the horse several times to get him to move forward. Lightening reared…
By: Christopher Johnson The road wagged back and forth like the tail of a dog, curling around saltboxes and Cape Cods and three-hundred-year-old colonials with rough-hewn beams and low ceilings. Eventually the road passed the Nobscot Boy Scout reservation, west…
By: Welkin Siskin If you can come away with sublime love beating out of our union, Being oblivious, creating disaffection, I guess should I leave you on your wish. It is not just because I wish, but because you do….
By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang I Was Originally The God of the Gods I shall change seawater into honey， smelt the stone into the gold， The bitter is namely sweet， the sun is born from the womb…
By: Mariel Avecilla Apple of my Eyes The paradise wast did fill with— creatures, plants, floweth’rs in myriad div’rsity. each one possessing peculiar attributes, but all of those enthrall’d me not, f’r only one did seize mine own he’d and…