By: Eric Burbridge “Funeral homes, I hate them.” Doctor Eli Tonn whispered after he delayed a patient’s appointment so he could view the body of his aunt. He yanked open the […]
Memories of Eli Tonn
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Tears of Patriots from my land
By: William Tubman On the outskirt of west africa;where flames of fire are more than hell,stood my land in the middle of nowhere. Citizens are caged with agony in their own land […]
Why Writing is Important
By: Adam Wan Why do we write? Do we wish to escape into another world? Do we wish to release ourselves and our feelings? Do we wish to gain money and fame […]
Roshogolla
By: Syed Mujtaba Ali Translated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha, Senior Lecturer, Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh A friend of mine, Jhanduda, frequents Europe and America. He goes abroad so frequently […]
And time and again
By: Paweł Markiewicz and over and over my most lovely dreameriesthe marvelous time will prophesize the philosophyalway the Erlking ensorcells my soulonce more the heart longs for gentle remoteness of poesyand time […]
Planet of Love
By Mahala Spillers Gareth didn’t have a mirror in his room at the boarding house. He had to imagine that his hair was combed to Magda’s liking. He had been at the […]
‘Songs of Yesterday’ and other poems by Bruce Mundhenke
By: Bruce Mundhenke Songs of Yesterday In Nogales we drank tequila,Sang songs we were meant to forget,Wandered the streets all nightTill the roosters crowed,Then crossed the border and slept.In the daytime we […]
The night (Poem with archaic-poetical words)
by Markiewicz Paweł If it becomes darkly in methe meek dream comes into being almost neverthe mind sleeps in the Darkthe night unfolds its wingsthe dreameries are dyingthey are jonesing for the […]
Our Church
By: Ruth Z. Demming The following was broadcast on WDVR-FM, as are all sermons on the Delaware Valley Radio Network. “I ain’t gonna lie to you,” pronounced Pastor Art Washington. “We done […]
The Park Visit
By: Sheila Vaccaro On a quiet, damp morning in Southeast Pennsylvania, a mother and her young son visit a two-block park at the edge of town. It is a hazy, earthy smelling […]
