IN PREPARATION: DANCING FOR YOUR LIFE by Gail Hosking
My mother turned twelve in Kountze, Texas where her father worked the nearby oilrigs, leaving his family for weeks at a time. Little did she know that this was a good preparation for living...
CAMPING AS SOLACE byJosie Hughes
CAMPING AS SOLACEby Josie Hughes
1992Pregnant with my youngest son, between semesters working on a PhD in playwriting, I planned a trip with my husband and 3-year-old son to visit my family, mostly living in...
POOP LIKE A LOCAL By Adam Wagner
POOP LIKE A LOCALby Adam James Wagner I’m in Pyeongchang the first time I have to poop in a squat toilet. I am meeting a friend from university where we think the 2018 Olympics are...
BASEBALLS by Allen Long
Baseballs
I’m sixty-three and work several days a week as an assistant hospital nurse in the San Francisco Bay Area. On my days off, I walk my beloved golden retriever, Ruby, two miles every morning...
TWO SUMMERS By Rachel Cavell
TWO SUMMERSby Rachel Cavell
It wasn’t fully explainable, the fog of sadness clouding the morning last summer when Integral Tree and Landscaping came to chop down the tree that had lived alongside our house for...
ABOUT POETRY, ITS THERAPEUTIC EFFECT, IMMORTALITY AND THE SOUL
ABOUT POETRY, ITS THERAPEUTIC EFFECT, IMMORTALITY AND THE SOULby Dr. Raymond Fenech
Whether messages were conveyed in prose or poetic form, I always knew that there was something special about writers. Since I started writing...
OSCAR WILDE IN BOCA By Emanuele Pettener
OSCAR WILDE IN BOCAby Emanuele Pettener
A few years ago I went to Mass, here in Boca Raton, Florida, where I live. Mass began and before the Gospel a distinguished lady went up to the...
HAUNTED DEER by Dan Cardoza
HAUNTED DEERby Dan Cardoza
1September is blessed by nature, and named the golden child for a reason, born of Blue Spruce bows, and rusty leaves. Born ripe on time, when the honeycomb labyrinth pulses sweet...
REIMAGINING: MARCH 31, 2020 By Rachel Cavell
REIMAGINING: MARCH 31, 2020by Rachel Cavell “Liza, be careful not to touch the banister when you go downstairs”, we overheard Max telling our daughter late last night. Motivated by Trump’s musings about quarantining parts of...
SONS OF UNCONSCIOUS FATE By Gabrielle Morales
SONS OF UNCONSCIOUS FATEBy Gabrielle Morales
Though I was only eight, I still remember my mother’s approach to the facts of death. It was like any other day in August. My best friend, Nikki, and...