By Joseph Bardin We used to look at people with dogs and wonder what deficit in their lives would make them get so involved with their animals. Until we got Marco and Isabella, our Spanish Water Dogs, and became too…

By: Peter Aronson Every Sunday morning, Paul rides the subway uptown from his place to visit his mom and dad in their Morningside Heights apartment. Although he was forewarned by his older friends, he was struggling with what he was…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…