By: Raymond Greiner I lived in Vienna West Virginia until age 11, we then moved to Marion, Ohio where I entered the 6th grade, in 1951. We all have memories of our […]
Non-fiction: Remembering Uncle J.P.
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Non-fiction: Dear Professors
By: Damon Ferrell Marbut You could have told me anything about relationships when I was in graduate school, anything about how they function or operate, and I generally would not have listened. Love? […]
Story: Avenue Kleber
By: Brian Vowels Marie hopped off the Metro at the Kléber station because she decided her remaining precious days in Paris shouldn’t be spent riding in an underground train nor in a […]
Story: The White Elephant Stall
By Vanessa Cutts The sign said the Post Office closes at 2pm. It was 3pm and thirty two degrees in the suffocating humidity. Monkeys were foraging in residential gardens then returning back […]
Story: The Blues
By: Raymond Greiner Gazing out the single window of my small apartment the view is a littered alley with overturned trashcans. Two cats feud over food scraps and a homeless man sleeps […]
Comrades in Arms
By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from activists about their efforts to change our warrior culture. This chapter was […]
Poem: The Beggar
By: Adreyo Sen You don’t need to look away till you realize she has your sister’s eyes. It’s the blackened, tear-smothered, matted-haired, haggard smell of your sister’s shame that follows you slyly […]
Poem: The Living Room
By: Adreyo Sen It rained. My living room smelt of the damp. The flowers were trapped in their silences. Outside the living room that was the street was destroyed. The gathered came away. […]
Poem: A Lost Way
By: Kousik Adhikari You came running Splashing your eyes, Covering your face With the blue handkerchief Of some unheard design, Reminding me of the earth Out of black hole, ‘Oh! Can’t you hear […]
Poem: This Forbidden Sea
By: Kousik Adhikari I used to say often ‘There’s no dream for us’, You bend your ivory face With a half serious smile, The room is a world With finer walls and […]
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