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Fiction

By: Sandra L Todd I really wanted this job! I kept calling back and checking on my resume. They told me they needed to check out my references. I waited a couple of days and called back. I emailed and…

Poetry

By: John Drudge The Quarter Their love was secure As he walked From the couch To the kitchen And when she looked up And smiled at him While she worked On a puzzle at the table He felt it He…

Wellness

By: Dr. Niranjan Hiranandani Across India, water scarcity amidst fast rising urbanization is a common factor. Residents of India’s sixth largest city, Chennai, face the challenge of water crisis which has been made worse this year after drought which followed…

Fiction

By: Kathleen Renk Working for God is never easy. I made my vows years ago, after being abandoned here at St. Brigid’s. The Laundry washed away my sin but I had nowhere to go so I started working for God….

Fiction

By Bernie Silver Henry Parsons had never read Norman Vincent Peale or any of his countless successors, yet he believed in the power of positive thinking, having concluded on his own that attitude spelled the difference between winners and losers….

Poetry

By: Lola Stansbury-Jones We see death when we see crows. And so the murder gathers, with the break of dawn’s light. I wake with the crows, little winged messengers with coats as black as spilt ink. With what news do…

Fiction

By: Alan Berger She grew up aware of the process of slaughter. She heard it. She saw saw it, she smelled it, she ate it. That is how it turns up down on the farm. This little big 10-year-old girl…

Fiction

By: Mark Kodama Our new neighbors Bill and Charlotte had a son Nathan’s age and we were eager to find a playmate for our three-year-old son. My wife and I had met them at an open house. He was a…

Poetry

By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan In the library this morning, when I was picking up the books I had dropped while standing in the queue. I thought I saw your hazel eyes look up for a tick from the pile of newspapers…

Fiction

By: Todd Mercer The Assistant Town Drunk doesn’t want the pressure that goes part and parcel with managerial titles. So he lives in Town Drunk’s shadow. Call it messing up at messing up. He has laid down and will again…