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 …

Ya Dara, Fly Tadorna

By Ruth Ticktin Most days before she went off to school, Dara was home alone with Matu, her grandmother. Matu was busy cooking for her husband and grandchildren, doing laundry, cleaning, mending clothes and sheets. Matu took Dara shopping with her, they walked to the market daily, and she made sure Dara was bathed, fed …

Pratt Street, Baltimore: A Nonfiction Story

By George Keyes There are several famous courses and stores along Pratt Street that seems to carry a common railroad myth to the Western Hemisphere. There is the link to the historical traffic at the Mount Clare Station near of Pratt and Poppleton Streets that was the first  full-fledged railroad depot in the entire country …

The Trial of King Bela

By Mark Kodama   I.   When King Bela of Hungary marched his army to the Sajo River on April 10, 1241, he knew the Mongols were near. He knew the Mongols were not warriors with whom to be trifled. He could be bear being called a coward; but he did not want to be …

“Dr.Varbo”

By Nicholas Beaupre “Who did this?” He points to the board. Someone had erased parts of the lesson plan. The students stare back, their eyes shining in the purple light spilling through the window. His intricate model of the moons is half gone. Sighing, Dr.Varbo paces. No one says anything. He stops at the window. The …

A Repetition of Fates

By  Preston Beatty “It worked!” Kartyr couldn’t help but say it as he looked around the trench he was in. He couldn’t quite determine the date, but he was too excited to care. It took all the self control he had to not run and jump around with excitement. All of the effort he had put …

A Portrait

By Thomas Page   Trying to capture someone’s essence, When they are no longer with us, Is like trying to replicate mummy-brown, Or Homer’s wine-dark seas, Or the rose of Augustus’ statues, Or the kinetic motion of Van Gogh, Or the undulations of O'Keeffe, Or the that shade of blue of Matisse, Or the stinging …

A Response to Francis Bacon’s “The Four Idols”

By Thomas Page Can science answer everything? Why does your phone keep deleting your notes? Ask science. Why do monarch butterflies migrate every year through California? Ask science. How do I cook ramen in less time? Ask science. Francis Bacon says in his essay “The Four Idols” that science is the true path to knowledge. …

Tommy Poems

  By Thomas Page “Late December Days” Late December days are just blurs Because of the Yuletide havoc Causing panic amongst shoppers. Can I e’er so gentle be lured To reverie on a hammock Without worry about the toppers On Douglas firs or green spruces? A sense of meeting toward truces. “The Name of This …

Tommy Haiku #121-125

By Thomas Page   A regent’s cape dyed In the kings of the sea’s soma. A crown is manmade. Omnibus—For us All. You must pay a fare for The general will’s use. A new snowflake is Its own unique universe Of shapes and slant lines. Trace your finger ‘long The sand. A wave washes it …