By: Bruce Levine Friday ended without incident. Another week over and Robert Jamison felt that he’d earned his weekend off. As he got ready for the evening he wondered what he’d do. Actually he had no idea. There really was…
By: Ken W. Simpson Potholes in the Ocean Infamous legacies from the rich and religiousbetrothed to blandishmentsBlessings from an invisible and mythical deityMan-made and threateningDangerous exhortations from political patriotsdonations happily acceptedPremonitions of revelations granted to heavenas fanciful stories and fablesThe…
By: Ken W. Simpson The American Empire is passing into a final stage of decadence. The myth of Christianity is being replaced in the minds of degenerate Americans with the worship of evil – in the form of the occult…
By: John Grey COMMUTE An alarm clock rings on the side-table.My head rings in harmony. The cat jumps uponmy curled-up body,tears my dream to shreds. I flick on the radio for company.The station plays a songI’ve heard a thousand times…
By: Allison Morgenthaler John and Marcy Long just got into the car after their appointment with the Medicaid lawyer. The lawyer was advising them on what the middle class must do to afford nursing home costs. They can apply by…
By: Saharsh Satheesh The rain just wouldn’t stop. Accompanied by the wind, both screamed for their lives as lightning crackled. The thunder feeling inferior let out a bellow that shook Earth to its core. All the while, I stayed snuggled…
By: afrophilus A Ghostly Voyage Sunk beneath gloomy shadows,With my radiant smile transformed into a sulking grimI took a journey down memory lane.How ghostly the chasm that separates now from before? Besetting me like a whirlwind,Drove me around like a…
By: Umar YB Not in tilling the land,in harrowing it or inmaking the ridge. Won’t be reluctantto irrigate the fields whenthe heavens are way stingy. Burdens me notto enrich the landwith dung and mulch. My willing hoewould weed the weedswhen…
By: Benjamin Oku “Push! Push!!” Those were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes to this world albeit with some strange creature who had five slender legs pulling me from my mother’s womb. “Congratulations! You are now…
By Robert Feinstein There are these elderly men … I don’t think they are actually rabbis, who spend their days roaming through Jewish cemeteries, looking for the bereaved. Give them a few dollars and they’ll conduct a grave site service in memory of…