Nonfiction

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 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...

                                                       What Liars They Are!                                                            by Frank Kowal      It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor...

Whether the Patriarchy Sarah and her father, Brian, were watching “The Trouble with Tribbles” tribbles being little furry creatures that procreate like crazy and overwhelm the ship, when Paul...

Winter in Canberra: Time to Heal I land in Sydney in the late afternoon. The humid air hits me immediately as I leave baggage claim and head towards arrivals....

Breathing Room The diagnosis: pneumonia. I receive it the day before my grandmother dies in 1987. I am in South Texas. She is in Omaha. I have inherited three...