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Fiction

By: Gaither Stewart From her seat high in the corner of the grandstand Sophia is at the same altitude as the acrobat on the trapeze. She leans forward from the edge of her seat and gazes across at him. His…

Poetry

By: Aneesha Roy I thought of you for days and months. I thought of you in tempestuous storms and insurgent gales. I thought of you in bitter snow and in hale. I thought of your beady eyes, your crooked nose…

Poetry

By: Aneesha Roy Dear little Cecilia, sprightly, contumacious, Tiptoed to her room; carefree, audacious, She was to star in a little skit In a few days, too soon. She expected no laurels, no exalted praise, But was determined to give…

Poetry

By: Aneesha Roy An unsolicited phrase of reproach Escaped my lips today. It was undeserved and rude And perhaps directed at Her rawest nerve. She said nothing much in defence. She was too hurt to speak. No execration, no distasteful…

Poetry

By: Aneesha Roy She strolls into her study in Her characteristic, Neanderthal gait; Her shoulders drooping, Her skin misted with sweat; Her breath heavy And her day laid waste. She approaches her mahogany desk Under the ornate ceiling And devours…

Fiction

By: Raymond Greiner My name is Howard Woodward. I have lived in this city for twenty years, have a good paying job and live in an up scale apartment. During formative years I dreamed of city life, an ever-busy place…

Non-Fiction

By: William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War   I first met the man we’ll call Trucker in 1970 at a rally against the Vietnam War. Our demo was going to start on the Berkeley campus…

Poetry

By: Milt Montague Bows dancing on strings Sounds piercing my heart Searing my soul A plaintive cry Out of the past The Renaissance Reconnecting To the ancients Lights on once more After a long desolate night Viola da Gamba’s sonority…

Poetry

By: Mit Montague fifteen years ago it arrived barely one foot high a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve after her knee surgery the years have slipped by Evy’s leg healed beautifully restoring pain-free mobility to our active lives the tree…

Poetry

By: Milt Montague a glass of wine is fine red or white will do as well to relax both mind and body enhance enjoyment of a meal promote conviviality drink a toast to loved ones who make us greater than…