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Non-Fiction

OLD ANTIQUE TRUNK

The Tickle Trunk

By John RC Potter           This is not as much about an old antique trunk as it is about my sister, Jo Ann, and perhaps more importantly, about her childhood sweetheart, Paul, whom she married at a very young age…

photography of people graduating

The High School on the Hill

By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Prologue  At a very early age when I started grade school in 1951, I saw that the white kids at my school were the ones favored by the teachers, especially those who were smart and popular….

A Proven Path to Peace

By William T. Hathaway The waves of war are rising again around the fragile ship of our civilization, threatening to sink it to the depths of barbarism and radioactive megadeath. The principle to preventing this is stated in the constitution…

A Better Me

By Vanaja Malathy The enchanting Denver city in the US that I have come to stay in, has beautiful parks. In spring and summer, it’s a treat to walk in these parks. My daily routine included a morning walk in…

Songs of Love and Mourning

By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Songs of Love and Mourning, 4:07 on the Clock, Kaleidoscope Travel Observations  Princess America and the Desert Wind The bus goes through the desert beige and I fall quickly and quietly in love with the world…

four rock formation

In Search Of Happiness

By: Rimli Bhattacharya The lyrics wouldn’t leave my head. The case was similar with my daughter as well. Upon returning home we tuned in to the famous YouTube our savior and resigned to our fates. We finally could call it…

Growing Pain

By: Karlie Taylor My little brother woke up in the middle of the night screaming, “It hurts! Sissy, help me!” Half-asleep, I listened to his voice claw at his bedroom door, spill out the hallway, and pull the sheets off…

The Wingnut Whisperer

By John RC Potter “You did so, I saw you,” I exclaimed to my friend, “I told you not to look that wingnut in the eye but you did anyway!” “I barely looked at her,” she retorted, “but she had…

Trigger warning, violence

By: Brian Michael Barbeito God Devil God Devil Bun and the Red House I have lost my bun. I am on a far path, more of game trail as they call it, than a people path, and I reach for…