NonFiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

Keystone Street             If you stand quietly at the corner of Keystone Street and 52nd, turn your ear to the southwest, and wait until the traffic subsides, you’ll hear the ripple as the Monongahela joins...

I have trouble sleeping these days. So, I ask my Alexa device to play re-created sounds of falling rain, which she mixes with some low-toned thunder. Nightly melatonin stopped working, so this is giving...

The Photographs Anita Lekic I enter the small jewelry shop in our little town.  There are two or three people ahead of me, hunched over the glass counters, perusing the gold pendants and rings and other...

West West is the dream where the light ends. It is the place of redemption, an earth torsioned and twisted in sworls and declines that dead end or lead infinitely to the last light. It...

An artist's ability to maneuver waves of rejection often determines the fate of her career. Sooner or later, she finds that not everyone shares her intense love for her artwork. No matter how painful,...

The Turtle Vs. the Hare or Who Have I Favored in this Life? Swimming They watch the clock on the pool deck. They must time the intervals exactly. Double zero, 15, 30, 45. Leave every 15...