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Non-Fiction

By: Bruce Levine Daisy’s Life Driving to Florida Daisy loves the car, so a 1400-mile trip was perfect for her. My wife and I are only good for about 6 hours a day, so we made lots of stops. Daisy…

Archaeology/HistoryEssay

By: James Aitchison When James Stuart was born in 1566, Scotland was far from being a remote, barbaric kingdom to England’s north.  Sixteenth century Scotland was, in fact, a flourishing centre of intellectual activity. Young Scots travelled and studied in…

Fiction

By Eugen Oniscu With each passing day, Chirilă Leonte’s health worsened more and more. He was forced to give up his work as a bricklayer because he was feeling increasingly unwell, yet he could not bring himself to go to…

Fiction

By Zary Fekete “You can’t pray a lie – I found that out.” Emmanuel lifted his head after re-reading the same line for the fifth time. He finally gave up. He had been trying to read Huckleberry Finn to practice…

Poetry

By: Bruce Mundhenke Truth Now See all that is before you as it is,Beauty…See all that is before you at once,Oneness…See all that is before you as it should be,Peace…See all that is before you as it sings in harmony,Joy…Give…

Fiction

By: Luis Iglesias-Villacorta It was late in the evening, and they lay in bed feeling the warmth of each other. The moonlight shone on their feet and a breeze came in through the window. They faced each other and talked…

Poetry

By: JK Miller Solving the World’s Problems Hunger is a nuclear reaction,playing in the pit of a Gaza girl’s belly.It is a Ukrainian boy lost in the woods. Mutant wolves run up and down their spines,tinkling xylophone vertebrae with a…

Poetry

By: Tanjila Ontu He never raises his voice,even when I can tell storms are brewing inside him.With me, he’s calm—like soft rain on quiet nights. He tugs my cheeks,holds my hand,feeds me the first bitelike love is something he shows…

Poetry

By: Arvilla Fee Dear Relatives Just look at all of you, now that Gran is gone,hands pawing through fragile wedding quilts.It’s too late to fall in love with rosebud china now;you were all too busy to drink her ginger tea….

Poetry

By: Laurie Keim Father On A Rock Father stands on a rockrod in his handunbeknown to himtides are darkerand deeper than he can imagine.He casts always to the leftof twilight and never beyondthe horizon for fearlogic might failthe test of…