By: Charles X. Madruga The midnight ceiling of my unconscious celestial dome caves in, becomes invaded by slivers of silver light. A blinding alarm clock, like curtains being swung open in […]
Non-Fiction: A Mere Projection
Non-Fiction: My Search For Another Man’s Old House
By: Brett Busang Columbus, Ohio is where my mother went to college for a few years; the painter George Bellows first noticed that he could draw the straight line that is said to […]
Non-fiction: Semper Fidelis
By: Richard D. Hartwell She’d been plying him with gifts for a month or so. He started to stay over about halfway through the month. A few of his uniform things hung […]
Toast to International Friendship
By: Valery Petrovskiy When he came, a book lay on my desk, just children’s book, no suspense. Mere travel notes of a man who spent a vacation in Siberia rafting with his […]
