HOME FREE By Andrew Chinich
HOME FREEby Andrew Chinich
I grew up next to a grave yard.
My alarm clock for school was dirt and gravel bouncing off the lowered coffins.From...
NOTES GOING UNDERGROUND By Joram Piatigorsky
NOTES GOING UNDERGROUNDby Joram Piatigorsky Ladies and gentleman, thank you for inviting me – an ordinary man who, like most, thinks himself special but knows he isn’t – to deliver my own eulogy...
STRANGERS By Jeff Bakkensen
STRANGERSBy Jeff Bakkensen
No one ever came to the motel without being seen a long way off. From one side was all flat with nothing growing more than thigh...
THE RACIST INSIDE US, AN EVOLUTIONARY PERSPECTIVE by Bill Portela
The Racist Inside Us, An Evolutionary Perspective
THE RACIST INSIDE US:
AN EVOLUTIONARY PERSPECTIVE
By Bill Portella
Out of three-billion sequenced DNA codes in the human genome, chimpanzees share 99% of our hieroglyphs letter for letter. Would eyebrows...
THE SHARPENING OF A KNIFE by Christy Bailey
Decay perhaps, or maybe erosion is a better word. The wearing away of outer layers. The gristle at the center exposed. We’re not talking about lovely river rocks, smooth and bulbous. Their...
REMINISCING by Yvonne Blackwood
Hazel breezes into town this balmy summer’s day, a day I never imagined would be her last visit and our last time together. She arrives in Toronto to spend time with her...
THE LANDLADY By Robert Steward
THE LANDLADYby Robert Steward Paris, France 2001“I like your clothes,” I said, before taking a sip of my café au lait.“Thank you, Robert.” My landlady touched her headscarf. “I make them myself.”Her silk floral...
THE APOLOGY OF MASLOW by Nate Tulay
THE APOLOGY OF MASLOW( For Miss Caroline and Flocka )by Nate Tulay
"esteem""self-actualization""belonging”"safety,""physiological,"
Friends, if you had food, water, shelter and warmth, i.e., physiological, and you...
THE SUICIDE OF MY YOUTH By Debra Basco
THE SUICIDE OF MY YOUTHby Debra Basco
Drinking as early as 13 years old was already a pattern for me, drinking hard liquor was my norm. The years are...
SUMMER 1961 By John L. Stanizzi
SUMMER 1961 (excerpt)By John L. Stanizzi
THE BEACHI don’t recall who decided that it would be a great idea to follow the dirt road at Station 27 down to the...
