I always loved the summertime.   Elaina Martin, my dearest friend, used to come visit me during the long summers. We met in private school. Although she was of a well-to-do, wealthy family from the Cape and I, of a small farming community on a scholarship, we became fast friends. The first time Elaina came…

Dare I to tell you of Sacred Mount Sana in Finland?  Tell you things you may scoff at, criticize, or  disdain? I hope you’ve had these experiences too; if you haven’t, you may say my words are ghosts and untrue. I dare to spill my feelings and let the story unfold. A tale of possibilities,…

“The fat one’s no good. While she’s out, get me oxygen. In the hall. Do it now while she’s gone! The doctors don’t matter. They’re stupid. I know everything about this. I need 12. They are only giving me 6. I need 12! Get it! Do as I say. Get it now!” Conflicted, grief-stricken, obedient….

Wearing his white cotton dhoti, a white cotton shirt, a black coat and a white topi , Subba Rao a  vakil at the New Municipal Court in the city of  Rajahmundry set out of his tile roofed house. Drawing water from the well in the backyard his wife called out, “Get home before dark. The…

Missing for seventy-five years found in a melting glacier he a shoemaker and she a teacher a prolific Swiss couple Marcelin and Francine, had seven children she never climbed the glacier before and never would again. I imagine the fragrance of wine on their breath the sound of their laughter Marcelin singing sunshine on blue…

I never thought it was a big deal, that I was Mexican and couldn’t speak Spanish. I grew up in a small country town where my cousins and I were the only Mexicans in our school besides maybe one other family. It was never brought to my attention that this was a bad thing. Growing…

I was both nervous and excited. As I walked into the classroom, my excitement growing in my chest much like that of a child on Christmas day, I slowly made my way to my chair choosing the seat closest to the door. While I was sitting in my cold hard chair and waiting with anticipation…

FinallyDone

With wary speculation, Chester Goldman peered down the long baked stretch of Avenue J watching the smell of the ever-present garbage bags wafting on the heated blacktop’s mirage waves. In silent testament of the abuses of August, J stoically bore bleeding scabs of tar down the cracks of its careworn back. To the left, wrought…

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  I am 19, I am a first year student at Aims Community College. Until my senior year in high school I never really enjoyed or was good at painting. I always felt it was so cut and dry, like this is the way you paint and thats it; that everything had to be perfect….

    “So the kids they dance, they shake their bones While the politicians throwing stones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit’s sleeping, then the flesh is ink. History’s page, it is thusly carved in stone The future’s here, we are it, we…

    O’Keefe telescope and celestial encounters.

    I’m a student at Aims and I love photography.  

  The only sounds I heard were crunching twigs under feet and an occasional grunt as someone tripped over a rock. I was hiking with a diverse group of individuals, all of us hoping to complete our Open Lands Naturalist Volunteer training. Secretly, I thought the “moonlit hike” would be the easiest hike to fulfill…

  I have always said that “Taco Bell tastes like cat food” until my good friend Russell proved to me that this was not the case. When I was a middle schooler, I was a part of the weird group. We were the nerdy, socially-awkward kids that did not know how to act in public….

Ecstasy, I followed your daughter past the branch-wreathed places from the fairy tales. At a time of night, the birds stop singing, and at certain times everything else becomes silent. If the moon could hum, those nights, there would be sound in all but the darkest places. I never did find new paths, but ancient…

  The late evening stillness changed the place into a mausoleum as sleep came to all else. And how I wanted you there with me. Abandoned, I walked down two halls of stone tile exhausted of their warmth and listened into the bedroom. Light breathing and something lost in the walls or floors or ceiling….

Something that decides how long I wait while displacing my balance on folded knees, collapsed thighs, on my feet pacing and swaying with ancient muscle memories as the dancers at the other end of the hall move in and out of walls of revelers like haunters lingering on chilled air held in whirlwinds of Something…

It’s Sunday morning as I peer out my window into the morning sky. I sense that something is off as I see crowds of people pass me by.   A funeral is being held only miles away. In the distance I see a casket where a lifeless body must lay.   Tear streaked faces gather…