My Roommate Was a Totem
By Ira Rabois We all have things we fear. For several people I know, spiders are high on their list. For me, it was only big, hairy ones. There is something so primal about them. In 1969, I served in the Peace…
By Ira Rabois We all have things we fear. For several people I know, spiders are high on their list. For me, it was only big, hairy ones. There is something so primal about them. In 1969, I served in the Peace…
The Trumpan™ Women [A Tragedy with Haiku] Chorus: Like smoke blown to heaven on the wings of the wind, our country, our conquered country, perishes. Its palaces are overrun by the fierce flames and the murderous spear. Euripides The Trojan Women Orange has…
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…
By Dori Owen My fondest memory of summer growing up in small town Arizona is my brother and I riding our bikes to the Elks Lodge swimming pool, about four blocks from our home. The pool seemed nearly Olympic-sized to me as…
by Anna Alapatt I grew up in a small sport centric town in Connecticut to a mixed race family. My father was from India, and my mother was the third generation from Ukrainian and Lithuanian immigrants. My town was predominately white, which…