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Story: Old Clothes

By: Michal Reibenbach For several years now my friend Shifra and I have been in the habit of collecting old clothes from our family and friends. When we have managed to gather together a substantial amount we load the clothes…

Story: The Cemetery

By: Michal Reibenbach “I always visit my sister’s grave at this time of year, just before Yom Kippur. Would you come to the cemetery with me tomorrow for I really hate going alone?” Elia asks me over the phone. “Yes,…

Poem: Even a king

By: Alan Berger Even a KingThat is going to breakHas not a clue of his impending fate Any promise I hurl at youSoon in time Will turn on me like a screw When the rain comes in To shower my…

Old acquaintances

By: Eric Burbridge The day started questionable; a stubbed toe, dropped medication in the toilet and alarm test failure. Discouraging, but I refused to abandon the plan. The plan; reconnect, instead of going out of town with the family, with…

Tiger of Mysore’s Pogrom in Melkote

By: Ram Govardhan Tipu Sultan, the Badhsah of Kingdom of Mysore, robed in silky raiment gleaming with jewels, was stomping around in piked shoes in the glittering Darbar-e-Khas of the Daria Daulat Bagh Palace in Srirangapatna, at a measured pace,…

Story: The Fishing Hole

By: R. E. Hengsterman They stood in waist-high feathery plume grass which gathered around the large pond. Two fishing poles lay against a folding chair whose canvas seat sheltered an aspiring pink tackle box and a container of red worms…

Brando’s Stand In

By Andrew Chinich This rented Hollywood bungalow life reminds me of ‘Last Tango in Paris’. I too am somewhat of an American expatriate as I’ve always looked at Los Angeles to be a foreign country. It’s an alien culture-club drenched…