By Ruth Z. Deming He was late, very very late. I was frantic, but I had gotten a messagehe would soon be here. I was diverting myself by talking to a former boyfriend, RussellEisenman, now living in McAllen, Texas. The…
By Ramlal Agarwal Forster, as is well-known, was a humanist, soft-spoken, cultivated, cultured man. He believed in personal relations and universal brotherhood. He was also a man of rare intelligence and insight and dreamed of a society that was tolerant and…
By Harrison Abbott You walk home at night, maybe two miles. A pumping sadness all day; these wrathful stories have worn you out. You step off the curb, clumsily, and a car nearly hits you, turning into the junction: it’s…
By Ramprasath Rengasamy “My name is Rash. I am a pharmacologist. I have been broadcasting from all the AM channels on the Rima continent from Maxas. Seven hundred billion people worldwide have fallen victim to the virus. Countries and…
By Robert Isaacs Chiwala Witnessed Tales Beautiful dyes spreadIn twilight of sunsetStories I have experiencedColourful like a rainbow I had done this beforeI was naïveNo remedy in regretOnly pain but life goes on I had witnessed thisI was there that…
By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. And yet, there is a glimmer of expectation,that…
By: Jim Jas Destined Prisoner I’m an addict.I’m an addict to anxiety and stress.I’m an addict to laughter and dancing.I’m an addict. To you.To me.To everything in between. I’m just like everyone else.Just another human being stuck in uncertainty.Unaware of…
By: Dan O’Neill “How would you like to have lunch at the best restaurant in the world ?” That was the question I put to my old friend, Colleen Moran. We had been friends in high school and…
By: Ute Carson Bookends My book of life is wedged between bookends.I search for mories I want to keep.There is a chapter on my beginnings,several about my middle years,and one, in progress, anticipating the end.A few are marked “special,”many are…
By: Bruce Levine Tuesdays were always good days. It was an anniversary. Not a formal anniversary, but one just the same – a Tuesday was the day of their first meeting and the beginning of them being together. Now Tuesdays…