By: James Aitchison Where do words gowhen you need them?Do they hide in someone else’scloud, do they escape to thefringes of the mind, do theytease and taunt from a distance?Are words self-powered,self-propelled, self-controlled?Can they masquerade as thewords you don’t want?Are…

By: Todd Mercer We had a genuine Chef running the kitchen, but she got angry and walked out. Now I’m stuck peeling plastic off trays of Lunchables and restacking the heavily processed morsels of meat and cheese on to our…

By: Munavvar Tlewbaeva Night had fallen. Streetlights lit the road, but I didn’t want their artificial glow. I wanted real, shining stars. So I walked home through a darker street.Above me, stars twinkled silently, watching the hurried lives below. My…

By: David Sapp When I was ten or eleven, I had this crazy idea to trek through the woods, along the Kokosing River, from my house to, well, wherever, just to see where we might end up and explore uncharted…