Meeting Places

By Tim Clark My family moved often when I was young. Jobs, transfers, I am not really sure of the reason. My memories are boxes lined up and down hallways, or maybe in moving vans. The smell of my Mother’s cinnamon rolls competing with exhaust fumes.  There are deep recollections about a certain exciting apprehension of […]

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In Bohemia with Djuna Barnes

By LindaAnn Lo Schiavo    “Bohemia is a place where everyone is as good as everyone else!”   In January 1971, when I was working a full-time job while attending college and trying to launch myself as a freelance writer, I had recently moved to 4 Milligan Place in Greenwich Village. Our difficult Hungarian landlord Manny […]

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A Dangerous Nostalgia: by Aaminah Shakur

“The coming summer sun reminds me of fun times, sexy games, and community pow-wows, picnics, and hopscotch with the neighborhood children. It transports me to a fiction where I only remember the comforting things and can ignore all the reasons things had to change. I conveniently forget that I almost died there, more than once.”

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Existence in Metals – A History

By Glenn A. Bruce I am.  I exist and I am connected to my past and the pasts of others. There are ways to confirm this. I was born in 1952, in Miami, Florida; but according to my favorite uncle’s second wife Gerta, I was conceived in Seaside, Oregon, “In this bed,” as she pointed out […]

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My Mother’s Stroke

By Grace Jasmine I woke up that morning with a delicious feeling of planning. Full of bright ideas, I walked to the coffee pot. It was Easter vacation for my daughter, so she was still fast asleep, her sweet face looking cherubic above the edge of her blanket, her small, graceful arms stretched out above […]

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Saffron

By J. Nguyen I sat down in front of him, cross-legged. The marble tile floors were cool and egg-shell white. I leaned forward to take a peek into his little black book. Compared to my ten year old stature, he looked like a giant consumed in an enormous bonfire. This man had lived half a […]

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The Deaf Icon

By Anca Segall When I was seven I defied gravity, and lost. It was a gray, frozen day in mid-winter 1967. School had been let out and, as neither of my parents would be home for a few more hours, I joined three girlfriends in our little neighborhood park in the middle of Bucharest. Its […]

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Looking Down a Barrel

By Tim Clark For a time I worked as a construction laborer.  It was taxing work, but it had some pleasant moments. Once we built a basement out by the river running past the town where I lived. It was a secluded, beautiful spot. Surrounded by trees and close enough you could hear the water running, […]

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Irene and Me

By Pam Munter She wasn’t the best piano player though at 85, she had worked at it most of her life. Even so, she loved the music and relished playing with the boys in the band. During the past dozen years or so, she couldn’t quite keep up reading those complicated arrangements that seemed to […]

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