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A nurse watches as a doctor

My Two Girls

By Marieke Steiner After having been admitted to the hospital several days ago for toxic shock syndrome from a menstrual cup, my youngest daughter Brittany is now septic. Brit’s health declined sharply after the antibiotics for the staph infection didn’t…

person cutting white cloth

The Sewist, Mary Laura McNicol Mills

By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Prologue Inside the world that lost its way, Mary Laura McNicol Mills did not. she had no choice. not having what others had, she didn’t have the luxury of time, or the upbringing, to know the…

mask

Pipe Dream

By: Tamizh Ponni VP The last time Atul listened to  Bill Withers’s “Lovely Day” could have easily been 20 years ago. Mirror balls adorning the well-lit fresh Christmas conifer glistened under the moonlight’s graceful intrusion into the living room. Sweden…

God and Soul Scripts

By: Tom Ball      I, Clarissa, said to Stephen, “There’s no turning back now!” We had entered “Paradise,” and were about to meet God. This God was said to be angelic and inspirational. And we had both been hypnotized to…

cold snow wood dawn

The Druid

By Paweł Markiewicz In a Druid´s soul: gold of rainbow. A druid wanted to go into a forest and pick some fungi, to cook later a magic super decoction from them. In the Druid´s soul: the Golden Fleece. He gathered…

photo of a brown wooden signage under a blue starry sky

Of Silver Stars and a Siren Singing

By: Michael Summerleigh for Sterling 1. Thomas Beverley consulted the somewhat mangled remains of the small white business card he held in one gloved hand, checked the address on it and then, with no small amount of disappointment, eyed the…

Cinnamon Fire Angel

By: Brian Michael Barbeito There was an ugly man beside me. I am heavily trained and practiced in anti-oppression frameworks. I was perhaps the star social service worker of my Provence, perhaps beyond. There is that, yes, but there is…

Angel in the Grass

By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. She told them…

the white houses

By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what time. Osho said after the awakening to call…

Hold My Hand MaNcube

By Val Chatindo “I’m pregnant Godfrey.” I look at her. A few months ago I would’ve praised my ancestors. Been thankful for the dilution of my strong genetic pool that bred the type of blacks, white people were afraid of….