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Poetry

By: P.C. Scheponik Beauty Sings in Silence Today, when my wife and I were driving home from the grocery store,the traffic stopped. The cars lined up quickly, bumper all but kissing bumper.Summer sun danced off windshields, and the heat from…

Books ReviewsLiterary criticism

By: Leah Kim Back in 1920’s, many people’s lives revolved around money and status. Despite the glory of achieving goals, a lot is also lost in response to the blindness while pursuing them. In The Great Gatsby by F. Fitzgerald,…

Fiction

By: Paweł Markiewicz      One day, in the dreamy Middle Ages, three young friends lived in Moravia: a thinker, a poet and a dreamer. They loved every dawn. They have decided to visit Vienna, to buy jewelry there. They liked…

Archaeology/HistoryBlog

By: Woojin Juhn Prior to the invention of the Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer (ENIAC), Charles Babbage’s engine could only execute calculations by physically changing the gears. However, in1945, when the US government succeeded in building the ENIAC, it replaced…

Poetry

By: Christopher Johnson In March of 2020, the pandemic came blowing into and through America like an ice wind sodden with misery and mystery and surprises galore in store for us for the next two years that felt like twenty…

Fiction

By: John RC Potter “You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted out the upstairs bedroom window into the inky black night.At that precise moment when I was feeling very big about it all – telling, more than warning, my oldest…

Fiction

By: Josephine Rudolf “Why did you come?”, the demon asked with a sultry voice. “I, I” she stuttered. Her vision began to blur, as he stepped closer. “Ok, easier question what’s this?” he questioned, pointing to her right hand. “I……

Poetry

By: Janelle Finamore Blue Cotton Candy The day dissolves in my mouth like cotton candy finding it’s peaceful end Hesitant to believe that this never ending day would actually conclude Trapped in a permanent wet tongue Down slimy throat, intestinal…

Poetry

By: Jesse Wolfe H-O-R-S Tuesdays—dad’s day—when mom worked lateat the hospital, he collected usfrom school for lazy rounds of HORSE. Sun crept behind the garage,we slipped on sweaters, shots clangedoff the rim. Games dragged onwhen leaders failed to clench their…

Poetry

By: Jane Druzhinina The Old Lady and the Cat A hot summer day.She sits on an old peeling chair, talking to the homeless kitty.Today again, just like yesterday, and the day before yesterday she brought her food.The kitty accepts the…