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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…

Fiction

By: Luís Amorim The car arrives and after parking, there is only one way out, not an alternative one to escape from the woman on the talk task with some unknown man. The desire for a safe escape is because…

Fiction

By: Cora Tate Jocelyn felt glad to be home, even felt glad to be back at work.  She’d enjoyed her third trip to the United States, enjoyed catching up with old friends and seeing beautiful places she’d known plus several…

BlogEssay

By: Robie Darche Wiesner                                                                                                                         It is 3 a.m.  I am nervous, shaky, freaked out as I sit at my computer thinking about h. pylori.  The computer said h. pylori can sometimes cause stomach cancer.  That scared me. …

Fiction

By: Paul O. Anozie  Two girls walked on a long, sandy road as Ambu and I played under a cashew tree by the zoo on the left. The zoo stood on a prominent place on the old road running from…

News

By William T. Hathaway You can learn to meditate from one of the great spiritual teachers of India, then meditate with him live online and ask him questions – all for free. The first step is to learn his easy…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison When you trust me,there is peacewithin your inner self.When you love me,there is honestyin your mind.When you see the path and walk itwith acceptance,then, and only then,will you hear me always,walking with you.When you turn your thoughts…

Fiction

By: Ken Wheatcroft-Pardue “Huh?”             I couldn’t quite catch what Carmen had said. The wind had blown her words away. I could almost see the scrambled letters, flitting between an all natural food store and a Big Tex Burger franchise….