By Ed Walsh It was after his wife was killed that my father's brother visited us. I was thirteen at the time and from what I understood she was driving their car when she came off a straight stretch of road out in the sticks and hit a telegraph pole. There was nobody else in … Continue reading Table Talk
Dead Poets Society: An Epilogue Interpretation
By Andrew Nickerson Following the termination of John Keating, his alma mater continued to be rocked by the scandalous death of Neil Perry, as well as the rampant accusations of his dad. It took the better part of a year for the anguish to cool, but there was no question the lives of those involved … Continue reading Dead Poets Society: An Epilogue Interpretation
The Encounter
By Richard Edde The sun on my face was warm, gentle and the fall colors of the aspen trees and willows spectacular. I was fishing the Upper Gallatin River just outside Yellowstone Park when I rounded a bend and saw her. She had pulled a nice rainbow from a dark pool and he was doing extraordinary acrobatic … Continue reading The Encounter
Don’t Mind The Paparazzi
By Frank Vallorosi Previously published in The Whiskey Blot Johnny sat at the kitchen table, his right leg moving up and down as if someone had just dropped hot wax on it. He was an edgy person, a trait made more noticeable by his dark, darting eyes. He spotted his mother passing into the kitchen. … Continue reading Don’t Mind The Paparazzi
Zero Crew
By Hannah Morehead My eyes were sore when I squeezed out of my rack. Sharp pains shot up my legs as my ankles banged on the rungs attached to the rack below mine. The bunkroom was quiet aside from my rustling, the fan in the center dinging every other second and the occasional snore from … Continue reading Zero Crew
Ercan
By Ashok Shenolikar “What’s your name?” I asked the taxi driver after my wife Bharati and I settled in the backseat. “Erjan,” he said. “You want to visit the Hagia Sophia?” he asked. When we agreed he said there would be a two-hour minimum charge. We thought that was reasonable. And we didn’t have any … Continue reading Ercan
The Whip and the Open Hand
By Calla Gold Diary – Monday July 28th 2012 Tallulah Doyle almost fourteen Yesterday Dave said, “A kind heart is better than a heavy hand in dealing with horses.” That’s good, because I got nothing on in the strength department these days. *** Dave’s brows rose above squinting eyes when Tallie greeted him. The spinning … Continue reading The Whip and the Open Hand
The Path
By Jeffrey Campbell Brian Carraway stared at the gas pump’s display as the numbers surged higher. He patted his left front pants pocket to make sure his checkbook was still there. He’d hoped he wasn’t going to need to travel anytime soon, but things had changed. He looked up at the sky. It was still … Continue reading The Path
The Door
By Cecilia Valetti Steve walked along the long corridor that led to Father Brian's parlor. He knew every corner, every floor tile of that corridor. How many times he had gone to talk to Brian while he was living in that orphanage. And then, when he had gone to the police academy, how many times … Continue reading The Door
The Shadchan
By William Hogg It was a day at the end of summer but for Wilmington, North Carolina, a gift. Almost noon and the temperature was not yet seventy. Alan was sitting on a concrete bench, breathing slowly, relaxed, and at peace. He glanced over at his nine-year-old grandson, Tommy, who was sitting at the other … Continue reading The Shadchan
Academy of the Heart And Mind 