By: Ramprasath “Let’s say I start a Math Antakshari. That is, one problem leads to another problem, and so on. How quickly can each of you provide the answers?” Math professor Nana asked. “In one minute,” Deena replied instantly. Yuvan…

By: Krin Van Tatenhove              I’m a big fan of John RC Potter’s writing, so I was excited to open his recent novella, The General Store at Four Corners. It’s one of three pieces featured in Body Lines, an annual…

By: Cynthia Pitman The Cloud and the North Wind Propelled by the north wind,a cloud rolls in,crowding the blue sky.She is arrayed in virginal white –glossy Chinese satin and silk,trailing a train of Spanish lace –,all white, but for an…

By Stephen Alexander Learning about the Science Essay while Walking in Nature There is a wetland area a short walk away from my home in southwest Portland, Oregon. I have often stopped there to watch Rough-winged swallows darting about as…

By: Andrea Myinga. WINGS OF THE SUN The wings of the sun, so cool,Stretching from its corner, dawning. Stepping one step at a time, majestic,Moving, reaching the centre, so hot. One time clouds cover, sky veiled,Deceiving none, they are there….

By Thomas Sanfilip I am not a believer in destiny or fate, neither chance nor serendipity, but rather fatedness, that is, the congruence of certain factors that coalesce in synchronous fashion to bring about an inevitable outcome. But as a…

By: Ramprasath R The Infinite Monkey Theorem states that if a monkey hits keys on a typewriter/keyboard at random an infinite number of times for an infinite amount of duration, it will almost surely produce a particular text, such as…

 By Douglas Young      “Wisteria Falls Hideaway Inn – let’s make your vacation a big win.” Marigold McTaft answered the phone behind the front desk, moving from side to side in her swivel high chair and grinning at Furman Chase,…

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Clocks leapt forward urging us to step forwardfrom daily gray days of endless days upon daysunder dark, dank, drooping fir trees dripping upon dormant shrubs, slumber slumped bushes,potted plants playing dead, barren bedding beds,all reset to…

By Douglas Young You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.–William Faulkner.        It is breathtaking how much phenomenal music Jimi Hendrix squeezed into a recording career of not even four years. In…