By: Ruth Z. Deming I drove over to the huge Barnes and Noble shopping center and parked by Heavenly Ham. As a Jew, forbidden to eat pork products as a kid, I developed a lusty appetite for bacon, pork chops, and…
By: Milt Montague Milt and Evelyn were having an enjoyable afternoon as they wandered through the newly remodeled Sotheby’s Auction Galleries on East 72 Street and York Avenue, perusing all the items that would be up for auction in the…
By: Milt Montague When Milt was very young his parents would, on special occasions, allow him to dress up in playsuits. In the period between the two world wars, playsuits and play acting for young children, especially boys, became popular….
By: Tom Sheehan In time much of what we know fades away, moves away, continually moves around us, blinking and scattering, but with a breath of air touches back. It’s a face, a name, a childhood haunt in momentary dispose,…
By Ruth Towne 1. I’m white-knuckled, twisted away from the window, eyes closed, lips tight, tighter at take-off. I’m terminally internally talking to myself—either up or down if we happen to be flying or that other f-word—saying, We’re not falling…
By: Raymond Greiner Human social design has traveled a long, meandering path encountering a myriad of challenges, barriers and conflicts. History unveils an assortment of achievements, errors, and misdirection resulting in what is perceived as the modern era. Historical sociological…
By: JD DeHart My life is a drifting, a constant shuffling forward. Who holds the cards? I do not know the name of the god who is in charge of this, the gambling god, the one with the quick hands at…
By: Neelam Singh Life’s struggles end today. Life, like a farce stands gaping at me. Moments of pain, laughter, fear and shame rekindled in my mind. Moments spent alone, and moments spent talking to walls. Today all was still, no…
By: Raymond Greiner Intensity eludes description as the burden of time serves memories as a dinner for one, flashing images on the walls of our minds biting back at loneliness in a medley of solitary thoughts ranging from delight to…
By : Jeshtha Kamra A man there was, Not understood by many. His friends were superfluous, If he had any, Levitas his principle, Pleasure his aim, Neither guilt existed for him Nor shame. I may not know the science of…