By: William Kitcher And then I saw myself in the future. I looked ninety or a hundred or eighty, who can tell? Once you’re past a certain age, you’re old, and that never changes. One son visited me every Father’s…

By Mark D. Walker Part of the Yin & Yang of Travel Series How and why my wife Ligia and I travel has changed radically over the last fifty years. From day trips around Guatemala with Ligia’s parents, to packing…

By: Jim Bates After the snowstormWinter’s soft gentle beauty…Snow on evergreens. At the skating rinkHappy folks spin and swirlA winter ballet. Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. Clear crisp winter nightCrescent moon shining brightlyStars igniting dreams.

By: Ramlal Agarwal Salman Rushdie is a renowned novelist of our era. His writing is full of exuberance, buoyancy, irreverence, and playfulness. It elevates readers above the heavy seriousness of modernist literature and has won both the Booker Prize and…

By: Andrew Nickerson Throughout history, many great names have risen/fallen regarding military tactics/strategy, the latter mostly due to technological innovations and changing philosophies. Yet, one name has remained prominent regardless of such: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War….

By: Harvey Huddleston His mother let him smoke.  How could she not?  We’d go out to the backyard and share a cig.  Like kids again.  It was also the exercise, walking down the hall and through the living room and…

By: Brent Yergensen Young, hopeful—gun unneededPlayed the role of sheriff, newspaper and coffee for styleMost his career, empty of worryBut now burdened, chasing a killer’s hurry Aging and wondering, why men so violent?Became a voiceover, of control less certain‘Take evil’s…

By: Dennis Vannatta 1             Zeke got a lot of mileage out of killing his little brother, Jacky Boy.  Those who’d always suspected that Zeke carried some dark thing within him saw Jacky Boy’s death as the inevitable sprouting of…

By: Jim Bates Sumac leaves changingShades of orange and burgundyColors of pure joy. Gunmetal grey skyBlazing red maples stand proudFall’s splendorous show. Autumn wind blowingGolden leaves racing madlyTrees becoming bare. Along the lakeshoreTrees fiery orange and redAutumnal delight.

By Mishal Ahmed Abbasi When we open a novel, we usually trust the narrator without question. We follow their voice, see through their eyes, and accept their version of the world. But what happens when that trust is broken? When…