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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…

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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….

Fiction

By: Lily Finch Growing up in my family I spent a lot of my time hanging out with my mom. We baked together, we made doughnuts together, we played dice together and a lot of board games. Each time I…

Essay

By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a cold desert night while scorpions sleep in your…

Poetry

By: Alexandra Călinescu Do you like crying? Do you enjoy that feeling you get after you cry? when your face is all so…wept and wet yet, somehow… pictorial… and your eyes dry up and you get the feeling that although…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison (after a visit to the Grampians, Australia) I came to unbreakable rock,Older than any on earth;Rock that could never be quarried,Rock that had gazed upon countryBefore any woman gave birth. Beside this unbreakable rock,My life is not…