By Ian C Smith Frankston generations on from war’s aftermath, English immigration lured by its bayside setting, its regular train service connecting Melbourne. End of the line. The very end. True, the posh whizz past by freeway to their holiday…
By Heena Mahajan Choice is Meditation not Weed A lonely person, A wanderer how I choose to live diffused life when others are sparkling like chandelier…. I geared up to realize the importance of group always laughing at sights tried…
By: Jean Fineberg Rubies Glistening ruby beads on four parallel chains parade across her teenage arm. A shaft of sunlight penetrates the drawn blinds. Nighttime at noon. Her shaking hand holds a light bulb and squeezes, squeezes until it shatters….
By Robert Steward Bromley, England 1999 I parked my white Mini in the forecourt of the Bromley adult education centre in Nightingale Lane. I took my shoulder bag from the passenger seat, got out the car and locked the door….
By: Ram Govardhan After attending the heavy sessions at the Science and Nonduality Conference in San Jose and the World Science Festival in New York, David McFarlane and his Jewish-American wife, Batya Bergstein, resolved to head to Coimbatore, India, to…
By: Mary Shuda You Are (Not) Alone In the chair, a boy. Father’s toy; Mother’s joy. The mother an angel the father able, but not interested in the cradle. pierced despite his armor surrounded by people he’s dying alone ###…
By: Andrew Birch The Gorgon of St Gwyndydd’s school: Part 1 Silence as they creep up stair On cotton soles cold and soft A gasp from all around us came As Agnes Brewer coughed. Silence in the maths room As…
By Penny Skillman “Remember the void, Chuck. Remember the void.” Dramatically, the woman held his face in her hands, staring deeply into the void of Chuck’s eyes. “C’mon Chuck, let’s go.” We dragged him away from the woman who said…
By: Simon Havok A Land of Plenty From the Aran Islands to Belfast, a land of plenty, for the meek and bold Over infinite rolling emerald hills of rocky roads that bend and fold Deep into the Scots pines, in…
By Nicole Sharp The coffeepot sputtered and coughed in annoyance. Janie Holms sighed, waiting for that first drip of brown liquid to trickle into the twelve cup coffee pot. When it did, she gave another heavy sigh and righted herself,…