by Douglas Young Dudley and Zillah DuBose had lived full-time in their old mountain cabin since retiring two years before. During their first year there, they renovated and expanded the place considerably, doing much of the work themselves. Pleased with the results, Zillah looked forward to a far more relaxing life defined by hikes […]
by Rubem Didini Filho We are connected to nature in a vast and intricate network, where every occurrence is woven together, and no one can escape its influence. The spirit of Halloween, too, is a thread in this intricate tapestry, and it would weave its story with the enigmatic Doctor Rato Ching. Throughout the history […]
by Ron Merkin The name should have warned him. Fifty six residents had signed a petition to change their title from its original “East View Senior Living Home”. Strange to make an understatement. But Professor Milcowitz needed the money. So as twelve people sat around a table in the home’s library he launched […]
(Lecturi potrivite/recomandate de Alexandra) The Sun and the Moon In the canvas of the cosmos, a love profound, Sun and Moon, in orbits, forever bound. Yet, a curse cast by the universe’s decree, Tore them apart, their love never to see.
by Douglas Young The dinner invitation was totally unexpected since Josiah Gorgas had not heard from his high school and college buddy Austin Ervin in well over a decade. They had always been somewhat unlikely friends. While Josiah was a popular athlete in high school, Austin excelled in the arts and was a standout […]
Handover End of the work day, sun setting, park my car by the stream, walk along the banks, stop to watch minnows gather in the stillness.
by Daniel de Culla Let You give blood sausage World Peace Serial Killers And if it’s from Burgos, from the Ribera, nice¡ Your eyes that were baptized without a doubt
by Otilia Cazimir translated by Ștefan Bolea You have deceitful, black and evil eyes Dead water wells which hide Black eyeballs flickering in the back Enticing me toward the depths like your eyes.
by Mihai Eminescu translated by Ștefan Bolea What a strange dream I’ve had, but dreams Are fabrications of the sleep: The night’s mind makes them up, And they’re told by the black mouths of the night.
The Walking Wounded I see us everywhere anymore, at the supermarket or the mall,