By: Ramlal Agarwal Abraham Verghese’s The Covenant of Water (2023, Grove Press) is a formidable novel. It is 717 pages long and covers 75 years. It is about three generations and people from three countries. It delineates imperceptible changes from…
By: Judith Ferster I am a good friend If you do not want me to intrude on your worry for your son fighting for Israel, I wonβt. If you tell me on October 7 not to say the wordsβsettler colonialism,β…
By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul Iβve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of…
By: J.K. Durick The Call They said theyβd call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you arenβt worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So theyβll get there or theywonβt. Theyβll…
By: David R. Topper Note: This story is the sequel to Mud: Shtetl to Shoah, published in the Winnipeg Jewish Post & News, September 2023, pp. 34-38. As in Mud, the format is a dialogue between me and my imaginary…
The Workplace is ChangingβAre You Ready? Imagine stepping into a time machine and traveling back 20 years. The workplace then was vastly differentβno smartphones, no widespread remote work, and limited artificial intelligence. Fast forward to today, and technology is reshaping…
By: James Aitchison Why tears?Cry out insteadfor the silence.Achieve releasetoday from all thatstifles your soul.Your true selflives on this earth,but is not of it,untouched by anyvestige of strayhurt or emotion.Open the petalsof your soulto the light.
By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying…
By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I…
By: Joan Slatoff They should have private waiting areas at this clinic. It’s embarrassing; everyone knows why weβre here. Thereβs only the two of us in reception at the moment, me and that girl in the corner chair. I used…