Archaeology/HistoryFiction
By: David R. Topper Note: This story is the sequel to Mud: Shtetl to Shoah, published in the Winnipeg Jewish Post & News, September 2023, pp. 34-38. As in Mud, the format is a dialogue between me and my imaginary…
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The Workplace is Changing—Are You Ready? Imagine stepping into a time machine and traveling back 20 years. The workplace then was vastly different—no smartphones, no widespread remote work, and limited artificial intelligence. Fast forward to today, and technology is reshaping…
Poetry
By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying…
Poetry
By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I…
Fiction
By: Joan Slatoff They should have private waiting areas at this clinic. It’s embarrassing; everyone knows why we’re here. There’s only the two of us in reception at the moment, me and that girl in the corner chair. I used…
Fiction
By: Donna Gum Jenkins would have given in to despair long ago, living with his miser of a daughter. Mary Sue wanted him to sign over his wealth, which Jenkins refused. He didn’t know what he would do without Amelia,…
Fiction
By: Duane L Herrmann The young man was eager to buy his first house. He had heard that you could get a good deal at a house auction. The house might need work to fix it up, but if…
Archaeology/History
By James Aitchison A white ruler of a savage jungle populated by headhunters; an English family dynasty controlling a far-flung outpost of the Empire. Something out of a boys’ adventure storybook? Or a Hollywood movie starring Errol Flynn? History brims…
Poetry
By: Debbie Tunstall ” Sit down,” he said.“What can I do to help?” I’ll slouch downhead hung low, mind clenching words. Then something extraordinary happens- emotions paint the room. He looks up, opens lipssounds of deafening silence. I stand up,…












