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…
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….
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…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Cabbie He drives through the highways and the inner roads. He is older now, and lived in Michigan. In fact, Michigan must have been his hey day, speaking colloquially, for he mentions it a lot. We…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…