DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDS By Desirée Jung
DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDSBy Desirée Jung
I open the drawer to find part of myself: shoes from another time, green knee-length boots, amidst books. The objects scare me. Remembering petrifies me – the passage of time haunting. I cannot control my feelings. Before any resistance, the past arrives into the present. I remember when my father gave me...
HALF OF SOMETHING By John Ballantine Jr.
HALF OF SOMETHINGBy John Ballantine
The glass is half full, even though it is emptying fast. Life seeps out of the body as we wake to another day with the sun rising.The water station, with...
HUMBOLDT By Thomas Larsen
HUMBOLDTBy Tom Larsen
“Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted length of wire.“Other way,” he tells...
I HAVE COME HOME By Antonio Wong
I HAVE COME HOMEBy Antonio Wong
“It is time to wake up. Today is the biggest day and you do not want to miss it,” my grandfather said. As I slowly move away from my...
ACORDO ENTRE AMIGOS By Desirée Jung
ACORDO ENTRE AMIGOSDe Desirée Jung
Abro a gaveta e encontro um pedaço de mim: sapatos de uma outra época, cano alto verde, misturados entre alguns livros. Os objetos me assustam. Recordar petrifica. A passagem do...
ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD By Wally Swist
ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLDBy Wally Swist
The concept of synchronicity was initially posited by the psychoanalyst C. G. Jung as being an incident in our lives that reveals itself as a...
ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENT By Wally Swist
ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENTBy Wally Swist
Time presses upon us in innumerable ways. Proust wrote, “When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the...
THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCK By Anita Gorman
THE FIRST TELEVISION ON THE BLOCKby Anita G. Gorman
It was 1950 in Queens. On the street where the Andersons lived, they were not the only Swedish immigrants; the Carlsons lived next door. The rest...
LOOKS OF HAPPINESS By Frannie Gilbertson
LOOKS OF HAPPINESSBy Frannie Gilbertson
Do you ever look at someone and think, “Wow, I am so lucky that I have you”? You catch yourself staring at them, watching the way their lips form into...
