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by William K Hugel 1 This is an attempt to speak from above, below, and beyond politics. It is not for the faint of heart. It is not for the simply “historical person,” that is, anyone not willing to step out of the current that is the flow of history. It is for those who wish […]
by Denisa-Maria Tudor I was a bit of an untamed beast. This is why older men liked me. They couldn’t quite understand if I would lash out and slap them for their audacity, offended and disgusted in a full feminist belief, or if I would slightly adore them, for their braveness of touching uncooked teenage […]
by Kenneth M. Kapp Freddy ran in the front door laughing and screaming at the same time. In hot pursuit was a ragamuffin of a little boy with curly black hair matted around his head. It was so dark and shiny that you noticed little else. Curly hair caught Freddy at the bottom of the […]
[essay] by Nolo Segundo Modern societies in general and especially it seems those in the West suffer under the widespread delusion that people today are ‘better’ than their ancestors who lived long ago—not just better off in a material sense but smarter, more sophisticated, and far better educated.
by Bill Tope Scott Brown sat on the sofa in the shadowy living room of his modest clapboard house, a warm beer clutched in his hand. His clouded mind journeyed back through the previous year. What might he have done differently? he wondered. And what should he do next? With a tired sigh he sat […]
by Jonathan Ferrini “Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a storefront full of old pianos.”
by Douglas Young Winston smiled driving home from his after-school job. Twelfth grade was going well for the eighteen-year-old, and he really liked working at The Cluttered Bookshop, a downtown used bookstore where he mostly read while the free-range cats, led by the seven-toed Mr. Cheshire, climbed bookshelves and rested wherever they pleased.
She-pirate and the tavern It’s a late and warm autumn. The wind gathered leaves up on the roof of the marvelous tavern.
Rachel of the suburbs Rachel is most often seen in dresses, floral, like a walking garden, roses and daisies growing out of bright green, blue or yellow earth.
by Dominik Slusarczyk In this painting Jesus is bound and his eyes are covered. Someone is about to punchy Jesus and someone else is about to whip him with a rope. Jesus is bound and blindfolded and he is getting beaten up by a group of men.