By Stephen Tillman Major Brett Stempin needed his cane as he painfully ascended the steps to his front porch. He’d been wounded near the end of his twelve-month deployment and spent […]
The Major
E. M. Forster’s A Passage to India: Double Vision
By Ramlal Agarwal Forster, as is well-known, was a humanist, soft-spoken, cultivated, cultured man. He believed in personal relations and universal brotherhood. He was also a man of rare intelligence and insight and […]
Failed Promises Poems
By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. […]
‘Bookends’ and other poems
By: Ute Carson Bookends My book of life is wedged between bookends.I search for mories I want to keep.There is a chapter on my beginnings,several about my middle years,and one, in progress, […]
It Came From the Sea of Cortez
By: Elaine Lennon He drove until he ran out of road. It had taken almost twenty-four hours. He only stopped for gas. Twice. Now he was here. The tip of the peninsula […]
The Snow Family
By: Bruce Levine The snow had fallen steadily for an hour, already completely coating the lawn behind their house. The three little girls, Jane (age nine), Ellen (age seven) and Barbara […]
‘Skies Of Westerhope’ and other poems
By: David Pike Skies Of Westerhope The dream was that the hay bales would take you,To go building skiesBeyond their fields in a black and white photographOf yourself with the lure of […]
‘Trance’ and other poems
By Prathap Kamath Trance the dog came aroundthe pileat the same hoursniffed it and fell in a trance the pile had been therefrom the beginning the dog wasa later happening i was […]
The Reunion
By: Bruce Levine The road turned abruptly, taking Sydney in what seemed like the opposite direction from her intended route. She didn’t remember seeing that turn when she’d plotted the trip on […]
‘Your true worth’ and other poems
By: Angela Moore Your True Worth When you can’t see your worth.You crave fames decadent reprieve.To melt the emptiness within.Bask in the spotlights warm glow.Though it only illuminates the damage they’ve done.To […]
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