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A road

By: Diya Wadhwana Evoke the light withinWhich never got shone,Road to cross; without sinThat we all walk alone. Some plains to walk,Some highways to lift,Some valleys to blockYet pass them without drift, Vehicles might knock you down,Stay away; from them…

Reconciliations

By: Gaither Stewart Max and Greta agreed that everyone needs two main dramas in their lives, one in their public life, and the other in their private space. Max said that his public drama as a well-known, politically committed journalist…

Fill ‘Er Up

By Copper Rose See Ellen get up in the morning and go to the kitchen to make coffee? She is complaining that no one loves her. At least not in the way she would like to be loved. See her…

Hospice

By: Ruth Z Deming She couldn’t quite remember but thought this was her sixth day without food and water. Lydia was the picture of passivity, a leaf blown hither and thither down the street. A nurse mopped her cracked lips…

A Black Box

By Russ Bickerstaff It was a simple wooden box that had been painted black. That’s what he thought anyway. Wood. The thing was a one by one inch square box. Would’ve resembled a block of wood had it not been…

Waiting For Flight 175

By: Jim Bates A crowd of humanity surged through the concourse like a tidal river rushing down a coastal inlet. At gate 23 in the waiting area for flight 175 people settled themselves into the seats, leaving as much space…