Books/Literature Amber—Letters to Milena (Franz Kafka) Dave—“Sonny’s Blues” (James Baldwin) Joe—This Side of Paradise (F. Scott...

Thomas Keith Stop me if you’ve heard this one before—a global pop star who has created dozens of top hits for themselves and others and...

Kevin Carr Author’s note—Before I begin, I must say that this will be an unorthodox album review. Most reviews that I’ve read are...

Glenda Pritchett, PhD Mel Gibson’s 2016 film Hacksaw Ridge depicts the true story of Desmond Doss, in Hollywood terms, an outcast good...

Joseph M. Reynolds A Mrs. Dalloway retrospective is the least I can do. I owe Mrs. Woolf. She remains unabashed, uncompromising, and yet...

Damon Moore A Remain voter in the referendum, I have spent all my adult life as a European citizen, and throughout that same adult life,...

Thomas Keith There are rare times in life where we long for reality to imitate art—to find stability in a structure we’ve experienced...

Loretto Leary Stained Glass Chapter 1 County Dublin, Ireland September 25, 1845 A misty rain drew Jonathan Rutherford’s attention away...

Frank E. Lee Bak and Bo were treading carefully through puddles caused by rain when Sob shouted from the shelter of the Lucky Leprechaun....

Jim Schepker Mom was there for the meat, specifically chicken backs and pigs’ feet – cheap cuts that she couldn’t get in the tiny markets...

Christine Telford Peter dropped the pick next to the lock and raised his arms up over his head. He clasped his hands together and...

Laura Rodgers The old man rubbed away the steam from the mirror, revealing his wrinkled face. The glass was cold underneath his...

Harry Lowther Ye havin’ a good fucking night?’ says the man. His friend is already halfway to the door. His features are all indistinct,...

Rose Malone She woke from a dream of whale song to a choking blackness full of sound. She struggled to breathe and to swallow. The saliva...

Bruce Cohen I am not as I know I should be An accomplice to this winter evening. Because the landscape’s snow-invisible It seems I am...

Bruce Cohen “And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:” --Philip Larkin We’d recently relocated from Oakland &...

Lili Fishman I drop kisses on your lips like dimes in a collection tin. Slip coins between your teeth five cents per lip, the cheapest...

Damon Moore I am interested in an object near Porto Covo named after what it does not have. A peach tree in this instance. Swimming...

Damon Moore Upon the forest floor, bare sand, an ideal temperature reached, I unclasp the capote de berga. In the bullring of my...

Livia Meneghin Where many Branches meet... ...I stand still long enough to see sunflowers turn or feel a goddess of Minnewanka keeping...