“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...
THE CRYING THRESHOLD – By Emma Fuhs
THE CRYING THRESHOLDBy Emma Fuhs
Annie stops crying when she reads an article about how the saddest people are too sad to cry. It’s called The Crying Threshold.Since Annie...
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...
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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....
