HOMELESS by Fabrizia Faustinella
HOMELESSby Fabrizia Faustinella
I was working out on the second floor of the gym, where all the machines are. I was desperate to maintain good muscle tone, even if I didn’t seem to be genetically...
COMPETITION By Sylvia Semel
COMPETITIONby Sylvia Semel CompetitionThis is about competition between multiples as well as other children. Introduction My brother and I are opposite-sex fraternal twins. I would like to share my experience being a twin, discuss the unique problems...
ENTERTAINMENT By Donald Dewey
ENTERTAINMENTBy Donald Dewey A friend asked recently if I had seen such-and-such a movie. I said no, and wasn’t really in that much of a hurry to see it. He looked at me wide-eyed and...
TITAN By Elliott Vincent Flood
TITANby Elliott Vincent Flood Roughly fifty miles east of Denver lies the small highway community of Deer Trail, Colorado. It is the kind of town that you would hardly notice passing through. A few gas...
TRACK CHANGES By Sydney Samone Wright
TRACK CHANGESby Sydney Wright
I was in bed next to my boyfriend, Shola, wondering if he’d noticed the slow changes in my body since exiting the athletic performance world. I did. I felt them, heavy...
ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENT By Wally Swist
ANXIETY, TIME, AND BEING PRESENT IN THE MOMENTBy Wally Swist
Time presses upon us in innumerable ways. Proust wrote, “When a man is asleep, he has in a circle round him the chain of the...
ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD By Wally Swist
ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLDBy Wally Swist
The concept of synchronicity was initially posited by the psychoanalyst C. G. Jung as being an incident in our lives that reveals itself as a...
BABY BROTHER By Kat Kiefer-Newman
BABY BROTHERBy Kat Kiefer-Newman
I had a brother. But I never had a brother.He died before I was born and if he hadn’t, I might not be here. His burial was my conception; we are permanently linked,...
DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDS By Desirée Jung
DEAL BETWEEN FRIENDSBy Desirée Jung
I open the drawer to find part of myself: shoes from another time, green knee-length boots, amidst books. The objects scare me. Remembering petrifies me – the passage of time haunting. I cannot control my feelings. Before any resistance, the past arrives into the present. I remember when my father gave me...