By Christopher C Tennant In the spring of ’87 she left me, so I packed up my things and went east. I wandered far from civilization, across ragged hills and barren deserts, across the open byways and empty ravines that mark the contours of the great and endless West. I was alone for a time, … Continue reading The Hollow Heart of Pewabic Mountain
A Moment of Synchronicity
By Ruby Pressman Today, I was sitting outside a church with my friend Christina. "Do you think --" I paused. "Do I think that God really exists?" We both laughed. "No," I chuckled, "I meant -- do you think that life makes any sense?" "No, are you kidding me?! Of course not!" I thought she … Continue reading A Moment of Synchronicity
Hear Me and Other Flash Fiction
By Aviva Derenowski Hear Me "Why are you mad?" he pleaded mournfully. His pain finally penetrated the veil of her perception, Previously, she'd been focused only on her needs. But - Did she want that existence? No, She desired mutuality; she wanted to listen to his needs and yearnings. So she enriched her reality; One … Continue reading Hear Me and Other Flash Fiction
Nice Day For It
By Wendy Taylor Nice day For It ‘It was a nice day for it,’Anna said. Rob waited for her to continue. ‘I rode Roly over the back of the farm and down to the river today,’ said Anna. ‘That would have been fun,’ Rob replied. He shifted his position in the wipe clean chair and … Continue reading Nice Day For It
The Pigeon Man
By Tim Law They call me the pigeon man, and I guess they are not wrong. I left my family home back in the eighties when my wife suddenly died. I walked the streets of old London Town for a bit before I made a new home with others like me. We hung out around … Continue reading The Pigeon Man
In the Grips of Paris
By Kathleen Sullivan Drawing in a deep breath, Harriet peered out from the window in the lobby of the most pretentious hotel in Knightsbridge. She furrowed her brow toward a sunken sky as autumn gusts blew down the avenue and scattered crumpled, bronze leaves toward her and the intimidating sandstone facade. Round and round the … Continue reading In the Grips of Paris
Union Station
By T.R. Healy As he waited for the traffic light to turn green, Harris Stears glanced at the sheet of paper on the passenger seat to check the address of the next garage sale he intended to visit this morning. Already he had visited three sales and not found anything worth buying. He just hoped … Continue reading Union Station
May Flower Contest Fiction Winner: “The Phases of the Moon: One Sentence Story” by Mehreen Ahmed
It was in the afternoon when the poet looked out of the window, sitting against a pillow, he saw a perfectly rounded moon of a still shadow in the summer’s late noon, the moon was white, embryonic, waiting to replete which was the first phase of the moon, however, the poet also saw a beautiful … Continue reading May Flower Contest Fiction Winner: “The Phases of the Moon: One Sentence Story” by Mehreen Ahmed
May Flowers Contest Winners
We are proud to announce the winners of our May Flowers Contest: Art: "Red Flower Watercolor" by Eleanor Halpern Fiction: "The Phases of the Moon: One Sentence Story" by Mehreen Ahmed Poetry: "Wildflowers" by Stacie Eirich Each of their pieces will debut throughout the day starting at 11:00 am and ending at 1:00 p.m. EST. … Continue reading May Flowers Contest Winners
The Illiterate Peasant
By Dee Artea The noble woman, in opulent attire and glittering jewelry, spoke to the peasant woman, who was wearing a long linen shirt over which she tied a plain skirt. Can you read or write? No. So, what good are you then? What good am I then? Yes, what good? Can you cook and … Continue reading The Illiterate Peasant
Academy of the Heart And Mind 