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By: Chuck Orloski November 24, 1963 – no, no, not the more well know 22nd! A baby boomer now, I go back in time to 11 years old and having watched the nightly news on (B&W) TV with my father…

Poetry

By: Mary Bone Watching nature unfold, I am silent as leaves Fall from trees. My eyes are hypnotized By the different colors piling up on my body. I am a leaf angel As I move my arms back and forth…

Poetry

By: Chuck Orloski Since presidential elections are beyond “We the People” control and the Deep State always gets their man, I confess responsibility for Trump’s victory! In the way American elections are modeled and from the very start, when programmed Public…

Fiction

By: Tom Sheehan Houston McKee slipped out of the water and the cluster of reeds he had hidden in when the gunfight occurred more than an hour earlier. Hoof beats of the bushwhackers had faded for at least 20 minutes….

Essay

By William T. Hathaway “May you live in interesting times” was a curse the ancient Chinese hurled at their adversaries, wishing them strife, oppression, and struggle. It applies to us now because for all the uncertainties a Trump presidency holds,…

Poetry

By Chuck Orloski Yesterday, Elsie and Tony listened to good news on Fox: “President elect Donald Trump threatened to punish U.S. companies that shift jobs overseas.” For a while, on fixed income, they had little to do but stare at…

Poetry

By: April Mae Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river, envious of the pearls in your chest…

Poetry

By: April Mae Berza If words could touch you, Let them caress you like a long lost lover, Weary from battle, the war of raw, An encounter with the inevitable. If words could touch you, Let the syllables play within…

Poetry

By: April Mae Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your violin laughter…