By: Duane L Herrmann PHOTOGRAPH TRUTH Young woman lookingutterly uninterestedat the tiny formsucklingat her breast.No emotional connectionor responseto her first born.What is she thinking,impassive face,towards this childof her womb?There is no joy,no amazement or delight. What a hell it becamefor…

By: Carl Papa Palmer Army Buddies He starts in on one of his“that reminds me of when”war stories he’s repeatednumerous times over timeto us fellow retirees at his table, but this particular onehe’s busy telling us nowis his third time…

By Mike Hickman Back when Betty Boo was still Doing the Do, and I’d no idea what doing the do meant (which should tell you everything), I’d linger in Our Price and I’d look at the albums. And this was…

By: Josh Brown Even before you read a single poem you know, this is something special! There’s the intriguing, quirky title and the 69 acknowledgements listed at the end. Not a dreary collection of names that mean nothing to the…

By: Ramprasath Rengasamy     I wondered if many years of experience in healthcare industry and excessive exposure to sick people, has confused my sensibilities. According to the world, mine was a forbidden relationship but according to me, world is nothing more…

By: Jim Bates “And the winner is…”             Blake Jorgenson held his breath. This was it. This was his chance. Was this the year he’d win first place in the Long Lake Garden Contest? He closed his eyes and thought…

By: Dr. Gulshan Ara Listen, carefully, listen to the drum beatThe inherent drum beat played by nature’s orchestraBe quiet, just listen, listen to the drum beat The howling wind dancing around the Grand CanyonThe Gospel being played incessantlyBy the restive…

By: Rohan Sharma The traditional Native American saying “Leave the earth as you found it” seems to have a meaning that has more to do with nature and taking care of the Earth’s physical environment rather than a more social…

By Eric Burbridge             “I didn’t hear anybody at the door, Marsha.” Craig said and opened it. “You were right.” He looked down there were two styrofoam boxes with vital refrigerate content labels on them. He stooped and carefully lifted…

By: The Birch Twins July 1981 “There’s plenty to do on the south coast for a young lad,” said my uncle, a paternal hand resting on my shoulder as we waved my dad goodbye,” he won’t get into trouble here.”…