Non-Fiction
By Milt Montague It was Saturday and Milt was driving up to Lake Peekskill from Manhattan. He had closed their shop on Madison Avenue at 6:00 PM, rushed home for the car, only an eight minute walk, and was now…
Non-Fiction
By Milt Montague Johnson and Johnson had recently introduced a new line of Band-Aids. They came in several bright colors and were replete with interesting designs and patterns that appealed particularly to young boys and girls of all ages. At…
Poetry
By: Eve Dobbins Canopy Seeks middle ground Seeks listening to all concerned Draping itself moss-like between the two My-a-canopy Is an anomaly Which shouldn’t fit yet drapes gracefully As it rolls against the grain but it does It is not…
Fiction
By: S.D. Lavender Jimmy could almost hear his father’s voice saying what he used to say whenever it was time to help out a relative: Other people might like you, but family’s the only ones you can count on. The…
Essay
By: Andrew Chinich Shrimp, my Shrimp. How she came to be called Shrimp wasn’t nearly as interesting as the tale I wove of how she came by the name. I would tell all that enquired that she was Jean Shrimpton’s…
Fiction
By Eric Burbridge A whisper in Lamont Pell’s ear told him to stop at the bar and grill where the Air Force Academy females frequented. The self employed electrician grew bored with playing the field. He wanted a stable intelligent…
Essay
By: Joe Bardin I don’t get out much as a writer, so attending a conference on nonfiction writing was an exposing experience. Someone joked by the end that this gaggle of introverted writers was exhausted after three full days of…
Books ReviewsEssay
By: Pawel Markiewicz We have given a mathematical sum; components are flowers or blossoms, namely: a lady’s slipper’ orchid as well as a bleeding-heart. The flowers of the the lady’s slipper’ orchid are in relation to St. Maria (also in…
Books ReviewsEssay
By Ron Ridenour I cried again this morning. Tears just burst out as I was dusting the house. I’d set Leonard Cohen “The Future” album on the record player to accompany my house chores. Give me back the Berlin wall…
Fiction
By: Paweł Markiewicz A small ladybug wanted to visit a fairy-queen of ants in the underground under an ancient oak-druidic and its longing for stars was indeed romantic as well as like an primeval world – heroic. The ladybird found…










