By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery – the enchanted verdure.The moony old barn of Ted my…
By: Gaither Stewart Reading Hannah Arendt’s Introduction to Benjamin’s Illuminations German-Jewish intellectuals, the alienated hommes de lettres of early twentieth century German-speaking Central Europe, constituted a class within that complex and multi-layered Jewish society against which a few of them…
By Clark Zlotchew Now, I’m a very good person; anyone who knows me will tell you. I like people, I regularly contribute to a bunch of charities, can’t even refuse a panhandler who asks for a handout, especially if he…
By: Gresham Cash A child turned from his mother and father, paused by a yellow-brick wall, and looked back at his parents with a face of dejection. A sign of obstinacy in the face of authority, a testing of filial…
By: Carl Papa Palmer As Advertised ~ Haibun Obviously out of uniform, the only soldier not wearing his field jacket is easily spotted in my morning formation to ensure proper fit and wear of the newly issued 1984 Battle Dress…
By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does not sink.Redglistens,listens,christens. Then Red prefers, incurs,Red…Covert? Overt? Covert.Covertly saboteurs. But still by divine by Holy by perfect intervention,Moses guides…
By William T. Hathaway In his new book, One Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness, Dr. Tony Nader has attempted something very difficult and achieved it very well. He overcomes the conceptual gap separating matter from mind, science from spirituality, the human…
By: Ruth Deming I had fallen asleep again in the living room on the small blue and white loveseat, my body contorted like a serpent. The television was blaring. Mr. Rogers was on. Yes! THE Mr. Fred Rogers. He…
By: Alan Berger Beyond the front doorOut the windowBetween our bloodAnd our poresAs we try to explore this and that and suchFor people like and un-like usLove is just another excuse to go nuts With at least one blind eyeAnd…
By: Todd Mercer In the 1970s we bought silly clothes and hideous furniture. Brady couches, puke green and burnt orange color palettes. The cool people went big for the ugly look, so with reservations, we opted for it too. Then…