IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS
IMPRESSIONS FROM THE LAND OF VANISHED BEAUTIFUL THINGS By Stephen Mead "All that glitters is not gold", is a useful cautionary phrase some sources site as dating back to Aesop. I imagine during the...
WE ARE THE BUFFALO – By Kaylynn Raschke
WE ARE THE BUFFALOBy Kaylynn Raschke “Are you sure this is it?” The cab driver points to a thin white sign, St. Cloud. Hardly visible, as it melds into the predawn sky of...
THE SHOW MUST GO ON – By Sally Miller
THE SHOW MUST GO ONBy Sally Miller
In 1983, when I was ten years old I performed in the best original (very) off Broadway production our family living room...
THE BLUE-BLOODED PANTHER OF BANGALORE – By Brennen Fahy
THE BLUE-BLOODED PANTHER OF BANGALOREBy Brennen Fahy
My grandfathers house sat on a foundation of thick granite stones. It had a winding staircase and many rooms filled with intricate...
STRINGS IN OUR HANDS – By Erin Conway
STRINGS IN OUR HANDSBy Erin Conway
I sat on Oscar’s front step in Guatemala, holding his daughter after her first birthday party. After almost three years of Peace Corps...
THE PRICE OF GINGER – By John Davidson
THE PRICE OF GINGERBy John Davidson
“Have time for a story?” The driver looked over his shoulder. It was after midnight. After three in the time zone where I had...
CICADAS – By Katy Major
CICADASBy Katy Major
If you live somewhere in the stretch between northeast Ohio—that’s where I am—and northwest Virginia, I don’t have to tell you: the fifth brood has emerged....
SCREW, BUTTON, POTATO – By Jill Jepson
SCREW, BUTTON, POTATOBy Jill Jepson The child has hair the color of butter and a bruise on her knee. She is sitting in flowered cotton pajamas on the linoleum floor of the small...
“THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEING” A Search for Truth within...
THE TRUTH OF BEING AS NON BEINGA Search for Truth within a Limited PerceptionBy Lauren Bush
In “The Medium of Fiction”, William H. Gass suggests, “That novels should be made of...
HANDBOOK – By John P. Midkiff
HANDBOOKBy John P. Midkiff
Another day kneeling on the purple-carpeted spring floor. Cartwheel, back walkover, back handspring, round-off two. Skill after skill, every kid is different, and I spot...