By: Duane L Herrmann When ‘Abdu’l-Bahá (Head of the Bahá’í Faith, 1892-1921) was speaking in the United States, He used the comparison of a writer’s ability to write as proof of the […]
The Existence of One Who Writes is Evidence of….
WAR and THE PROPHET
By: Linda Springhorn Gunther As a senior in high school, at just sixteen years old, I wasn’t really excited about traditional learning anymore. Even after skipping grades, I was bored. The subject […]
Pioneer Jews of the West
By William T. Hathaway Amazing but true: The first European settlers in what is now the USA weren’t English Puritans or French fur trappers but Sephardic Jews. Before the Mayflower sailed to […]
An Immigrant’s Story in three parts
By: Del Lobo Part I: My parent’s home is all I know. It’s a familiar world but there is a paucity of space. Never mind our home, the whole city is over-populated. […]
Portraits of Failed Leadership: Rhee Syngman and Mohammad Ashraf Ghani
By Tei Kim A few years before the Korean war, World War II ended in 1945, releasing Korea from the 35 year reign of Japanese control. The Soviet Union had control over […]
Childhood Reminiscences of a Wild Child
By: Amrita Valan I was a rather shy reserved kid, a little contrary, little droll, piping up to voice rather eccentric observations. Quiet, but opinionated. And demonstrations of this facet of me […]
My Baseball Card Collection
By Linda S. Gunther 1964. The Bronx. At 11 years old, I had a baseball card collection with over two hundred fifty trading cards I kept in an A&P grocery cardboard box […]
My Poetic Journey Begins Now
By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow […]
on dying stars
By: Dora Nicolic nebula The day the sky split open, a swirl of dust, gases, and atoms suffocated the horizon. And the sky, well, she inhaled and took in every ounce of […]
Fathoming
By: Alessio Giussani and Sarah Waring “Can I ask you a personal question?” Although I barely know the work colleague sitting opposite me, something about this lunchtime moment on such a slender […]
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