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SO MUCH DEPENDS BY PHYLLIS FRAKT
why am I staring at a computer screen in a pale blue room? he joked about my weight (sensitive subject) I joined a gym you smiled at me from the next bike I smiled too soon so in love we couldn’t eat I lost weight, forgot about...
Read MoreREFLECTION BY PHYLLIS FRAKT
You gaze into the mirror in the morning, skin blotchy and lined, curly hair turned to frizz dyed to its original blond. You won’t fool anyone. As you turn from the mirror, a doppelganger takes your place – a straighter spine,...
Read MoreTREES MAKE GOOD NEIGHBORS TOO BY PHYLLIS FRAKT
It’s not about creating distance. But my neighbor’s nostrils flare in defensive annoyance when I tell him our plan. On bright days his south-facing wall casts a white-hot glare through our living room windows. Instead of hanging...
Read MoreADDRESSING THE CREEK BY PHYLLIS FRAKT
poetry makes nothing happen –Auden You’re nothing. Travelers scramble by over bridges and culverts without a pause for your obscure babble. Only the road matters. It pushes you out of the way as if your rolling rhythms...
Read MoreTHE MOTHS ATE IT ANDREW PELFINI
Black Friday, how absurd, Jacob thought. Sheep following a train of advertisements. Every day was Black Friday for him. He shops as if there are no restraints, often forgets what he already has in his closets, his dresser, his...
Read MoreMAYBE SOMEDAY BY STEPHEN BRAYTON
Emerging from the trees, they saw the granite dome of Kaaterskill Mountain rising before them. Surprisingly, the normally crowded summit was devoid of hikers on this September Saturday. “Can it be? We’ve got the top to...
Read MoreTHE THRESHOLD OF THE SPIRITUAL IN ART BY KIMMO ROSENTHAL
Posted by admin | Feb 25, 2026 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Art …is the means to recapture something entirely invisible, wholly interior, and possibly inconspicuous: a healthier and more integrated state at the center of one’s own being. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Life. Prelude to a...
Read MoreTHE BIG APPLE BY ANDREW SHATTUCK MCBRIDE
Madeline asked if I would go with her to Radio City Music Hall for a show. I was naïve and young; she was pretty. We left New Haven by train, were deposited on Manhattan’s bright, teeming shore one crisp winter’s night. In the...
Read MoreDO IT AGAIN ROAD BY ANDREW SHATTUCK MCBRIDE
Puna District, Island of Hawai‘i Dad drives a stretch of roadway with dips and rises. He accelerates, and his Datsun hatchback leaves pavement and earth briefly, and my stomach backflips through delight. Laughing, I urge Dad, do...
Read MoreALL OUR TOMORROWS BY ANDREW SHATTUCK MCBRIDE
The human challenge, in brief— our world ends in fire. Some choose grief. All our tomorrows start now. Let’s not choose despair or a row. One simple, elegant fact: It’s never too late. Choose to act. Set a person free. Plant a...
Read MoreTHE GODDESS OF SECOND CHANCES PROMOTES LIBATIONS BY ANDREW SHATTUCK MCBRIDE
Libations, by all means. Entreat me with a treat—stout, Anchor Steam beer, Jim Beam bourbon, an IPA, or another civilized beverage. Homemade mead or coffee liqueur. Perhaps a smooth Scotch whisky. Maybe a bottle of the finest...
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