By: Ram Govardhan After attending the heavy sessions at the Science and Nonduality Conference in San Jose and the World Science Festival in New York, David McFarlane and his Jewish-American wife, Batya Bergstein, resolved to head to Coimbatore, India, to…
By: Mary Shuda You Are (Not) Alone In the chair, a boy. Father’s toy; Mother’s joy. The mother an angel the father able, but not interested in the cradle. pierced despite his armor surrounded by people he’s dying alone ###…
By: Andrew Birch The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school: Part 1 Silence as they creep up stair On cotton soles cold and soft A gasp from all around us came As Agnes Brewer coughed. Silence in the maths room As…
By Penny Skillman “Remember the void, Chuck. Remember the void.” Dramatically, the woman held his face in her hands, staring deeply into the void of Chuck’s eyes. “C’mon Chuck, let’s go.” We dragged him away from the woman who said…
By: Simon Havok A Land of Plenty From the Aran Islands to Belfast, a land of plenty, for the meek and bold Over infinite rolling emerald hills of rocky roads that bend and fold Deep into the Scots pines, in…
By Nicole Sharp The coffeepot sputtered and coughed in annoyance. Janie Holms sighed, waiting for that first drip of brown liquid to trickle into the twelve cup coffee pot. When it did, she gave another heavy sigh and righted herself,…
By: Maa Salaam “Aleem! Aaleem! “Ma!” “Aaaleeem!” “Maaaa!” I shouted. Mothers and their incessant calls, especially when you were playing, especially now when I was losing and fighting to come back. Uuurgh! “Alee–“ “Maa! I’m coming!” I quickly packed my…
By: Don Tassone Arjun Agarwal and Akeyo Kamau met during their first year of medical school at Johns Hopkins. Arjun was from India, Akeyo from Kenya. Both were new to the US. They had seen each other in biochemistry. Each…
By: Robert Spielman Very seldom does a man of any age, especially a man who has reached the age of deep-rooted regret, have only one item on the end table at the right hand of his rocking chair. Usually, a…
By: William Doreski Glacial Erratics in Belmont Being rocks, they don’t remember. Or remember very little. The streets square up to houses, to the playground, tennis courts, and the large but effete cemetery. The rocks squat self-conscious on lawns as…