NonFiction - Year IV - Number 27 - August 2019

WHEN'S MOM GETTING HOMEby Alex de Cruz I slowly drove the car with my three young children along the frozen-dirt road that ran between the rows of trees. We were at a Christmas tree farm,...

BLUEBEARD'S TREASUREby Joseph Albanese    There was treasure in those woods. He knew it. Even at five-years old, he knew it. There were ghosts in those woods as well. He knew this too.The Boy knew this...

MILK DUTYby John L. Stanizzi    St. Mary’s was a tiny, predominantly Irish-Catholic school – first through eighth grade.  There were thirty-one kids in my graduating class -- 1962.  There was Armstrong.  Flaherty.  McGowan.  Lynch.  O’Connor.  ...

TALES OF PEPPERby Bettina Rotenberg June 27, 2018 Pepper was my heart, my soul, the spirit of my life. He animated my bed, the red easy chair in the living room, his bowls on the kitchen...

SURVIVE. LIVEBy Edward Lee Like too many fathers across the globe I only get to see my daughter every second weekend. Out of 336 hours, I get 30. Before, as a stay at home dad,...

EXCERPT: A REVIEW OF “ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY 4th STREET”by Brenda Yates …as for the title poem, it, too, keeps to itself. In fact, nothing is known of “I” at the outset (perhaps expected by now of...

A WASTE OF BREATHby Roberto Loiederman     November, 1967 -- Da Nang, VietnamI looked over the railing. I’d just smoked half a joint after having swallowed small, measured amounts of Dexedrine and Valium, so I was...