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Month: February 2021

As It Was, As It Will Be

By: Teagan Wood On a roadway, slick with mud, a woman – feet swollen from standing, hands burned from the sun, fingers painted with dirt – stands waiting. In the underbrush of a ditch, the silhouette of her form holds…

Social

By Ramprasath Rengasamy  I offered a ten-dollar note to a beggar, but he took it and threw it back on my face and walked away. It was like he slapped across my face. I woke up in shock and realized it was just a…

The Anguish of Trump

By: Ruth Z. Deming  more perfect day cannot be imagined for when the former President retired to Mar-a-Lago on the Palm Beach barrier island with the Atlantic Ocean to the east and Florida’s Intracoastal Waterway to the west. The sea was calm, shimmering as…

Dew

‘Night’ and other poems by Chris Durand

By: Chris Durand Night  Sinking into now, Worries fall away, Soon to rest my head At the end of day.  Moments of release Ebb away in peace. My heart softly beats. Consciousness retreats.  Covers to my chin, Sleep is almost in. The world slips out of sight, Enveloped by…