Poetry and Emotions

By Eva Marie Cagley I have often wrote my best poetry when I am experiencing some kind of emotions whether it be happy, sad, angry, elated or just plain love struck. That’s when my best poetry is born. My muse is running in high gear and the words just pour out like raindrops. To capture …

The Stranger at Our Doorstep

By John F. Zurn When I was a young boy, one of my most troubling problems proved to be sensitivity. This difficulty handling emotions often embarrassed me because it made me appear immature. Any type of scolding would trigger tears, but so could hurt feelings, or mourning the death of a pet. Whether at school …

On the Threshold

By Ruby Pressman We’re allowed to make mistakes, I thought to myself, as I looked in the mirror at Banana Republic that day. I gazed at my face. It looked tired and grave, and there was a line above my lip from worrying too much. I was going to meet Chris, a guy I had …

Driving in Third Gear

By Edith Gallagher Boyd The third floor balcony where we live is a sanctuary for me in many ways. Although it is  in Florida, it has an “up north” feel to it, an expression I’ve heard countless times since we moved to the town of Jupiter. The balcony is surrounded with Florida maples, pine trees, …

True Self and Other Prose Pieces

By Alex Andy Phuong True Self A person saw the people around. The world keeps on spinning around. The crowd was loud, yetproud. The man knows his own reflection. He is like Disney’s heroine Mulan. He knowshimself, and accepts himself. Historical Ballad This is a story about the history of the world. The Earth was …

The Lane is a River

By Ann Christine Tabaka                                                                                                                  We were in our mid-forties when we decided to get married. We had both been married before. At that point in our lives, we thought it would be best if we found that perfect house before exchanging our vows. At our age we knew we did not need to buy …

A Dream Within a Dream

By Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein Each pore of my skin longs for you. You look, gaze and stare. But still, there is silence. You walk by sometimes pretending to overlook me, Yet, you come to my desk with excuses. But again, you are too formal. You make me stay long hours for work. It is …

Two Prose Pieces by Alex Andy Phuong

Cinematic Cinema People love going to the movies for various reasons. Some like to be entertained whileescaping from the real world for a few hours. Others might enjoy the aesthetics of filmmaking,and are passionate about the artistic merit put into major motion pictures. Films that usuallyachieve timelessness oftentimes have a unique sense of style to …

Cosmic Wildflowers

By Susan H. Evans The freshly-tilled plot appeared unpromising -- uneven, furrowed rows with big clods of dirt, weeds, and grass poking out from under the lumps like wobbly rows of buried Friar’s heads.  I unsealed the Cosmo’s packet, and sprinkled the infinitesimal black dots haphazardly atop the furrows, not bothering to rake the ground …

Seeking the Color of the Shadows

By Chitra Gopalakrishnan I sit with old and young relatives in Coimbatore, in Tamil Nadu, in the south of India, in my aunt Radha’s home, or rather on her balmy thinnai, her long and wide red oxide porch, its polish alive and glistening at a level of perfection that can be achieved only by hundreds …