By Val Chatindo “I’m pregnant Godfrey.” I look at her. A few months ago I would’ve praised my ancestors. Been thankful for the dilution of my strong genetic pool that bred the type of blacks, white people were afraid of….
By: Rebecca Dempsey I stutter and eventually say hello. Because I have to start somewhere. In a dialogue, a greeting is as good as any place to begin. Yes. I’ve been waiting. There’s no hello in return. I understand. I’d…
By: Jim Bates Two brothersWandering hills and fieldsBreathing the rarefied airWalking through deep woodsCool and greenTromping across warm meadowsFragrant with wildflowersThey’d stop along the wayField books handyIdentifying what they observedMeadow rue and sweet cicelyWhite daisy and prairie blue stemThey were…
By: Bruce Levine Time standing stillThe range of motionSuspendedBy a diversity of catalystsEach longing for fulfillmentAnd yet envelopedIn their own evolutionPersonal and professionalUnificationWatching a ticking clockWaiting for minutes and hoursTo passAs the clock ticksYet the hands remainMotionlessAnd time stands stillLingering…
By: Bruce Levine It took Reggie an extended period to get all of his books organized just the way he wanted them. While his system was based very loosely on the Dewey Decimal System used in libraries, his subdivisions were…
By: James Aitchison Being human you are finite;do not give of yourselfto the extent youbecome vulnerable.The Wheel spins:some hear emptiness,some hear the whole melody.When you listen, accept.When you do not hear,listen more deeply.Isolate yourself and gainthe blade of self-knowledge.How much…
By: Yuan Changming Now I’ve finally found the answer to our question! “What question?” Why am I so crazy about you? “Aha, that’s your question, not mine!” You know, I’ve been haunted by this question. In fact, I can never…
By: Anusha.u The teacher emerged.The whole classroomstood in silence.Some in reverence,Others in mere imitation. The teacher started:running betweenblackboard and text,For portions were to discuss.She explained,told,elaborated-All ways she could use.She had to teach it. She knew,her students werereal gems.She overspedthe die,to…
By: David Berger The ragged beggar, squatting at the edge of the busy street, had once been a wizard. Some knew his past; other folks could just tell. And they had two ways with him. Most avoided him, avoiding his…
By: David Patten Daybreak, mist rising from the surface, the chatter of tropical birds and primates from the dense rainforest flanking their small boat. It’s long and narrow like a canoe, Elliot perched at the bow clothed in angler’s khaki. …