By: Dennis Vannatta Leon and Georgia Price had been married long enough that their grandchildren were no longer cute and cuddly and frankly not much fun to be around, so now each had a pet. “Our kids,” Georgia called them,…
By: Ed Nichols There was a rumor all over Clarkesville, Georgia. The picture show was going to close. The Habersham Theater. It had been operating since way before World War Two. Movies five nights each week, and all day on…
By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on…
By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the…
By: Ken W Simpson Mirages Impatiently we waitfor truth to overturn treacherydecency to defeat inhumanityfor eventual justicewhen our nightmares disperseand we can dream rapturouslyof a fabulous future. ### Time The second hand defines the hourof each passing dayoblivious to a…
By: Sterling Warner “A load of buck salt in the butt was worth the price of stealing cherries and other fruit from the luscious orchards that seemed endless my youth,” Drew muttered to himself as he walked down Campbell Avenue….
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman So much timeAlone in my headAs I teeterNot knowing which way to plunge. Do I succumb to the darknessAnd the thoughtsThat my frenetic lifeManaged to always keep at bayLocked safely in the vaultLabeled Do Not Ever…
By James Bates A little bit of heaven right here on earth, that’s what it was, my love for Doritos, specifically Nacho Cheese. But that little bit of heaven came crashing down hard the day doctor Anderson gave me the…
By: Alfred Nicholson On the second floor, look and seeroom to the left there I am, 233. Here I am I spend all of my day,7 days a week eat, sleep or play. The shadow of the virus I will…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb “The Lines are in turning mode” Spondylotic Linesstand face to facekeeping their eyes and hearts openas ifthey intent to intersect one anothertouchingthe epi-center of their pain and gainassumingthe Sun and the other ancillaries are stillhappy to…