By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Opening her eyes she could not see Blackness filled the air Not a speckle of light anywhere Reaching her hands about Familiarity The softness of the yellow sheets A feather pillow On her knees she crawled…

By: Chuck Orloski   All human beings can recall times when they (selflessly) helped an anonymous “someone” in either dire need or in trouble, and felt good? Upon reflection, approximately four years ago, a mentally challenged fellow, nicknamed Moose, age…

By: Gaither Stewart The quality of loyalty has played an important but perplexing role in my life, both positive and negative, which for many years has prompted countless nocturnal ruminations about the reasons for my concern for what at first…

By: Gabriella Garofalo 1. Does it account for Eve’s lover? Sometimes artists get high Or maybe it wasn’t good mud – Anyway cicadas sing, grass and trees are freebies, You’d like to meet him, but run into men, women With their…

By: William T. Hathaway Prisons are one of the few growth industries in the USA today. They are becoming money-making institutions, and profits are rising. New ones are being built and old ones expanded to hold all the new slave…

By: Sobia Abdin I must have been holding the photograph for several minutes in my left hand, staring at it pensively, my head heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Ten years had elapsed since the photograph was taken. Lakshita…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick He desired rain boots, specifically Red Rain Boots She being she and him being him She knows wants are not needs He knows what he wants He knows her She knows him Together they scheme Stores…

By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine…

By: G. Louis Heath His brother had been too soft, not soft like his Mom, just weak. In his brother was enough of his mercurial, entrepreneurial, indulgent Dad to spoil him and enough of his gentle Mom to soften him,…

By: G. Louis Heath Our summer cottage stood at a bend in the creek, a beautiful spot on Earth, unlike no other to us. Here our family memories, good and bad, found a home. It was our special place infused…