by Chris Farago. #171 Sorrows should not be drowned; They should be bathed in prosecco And told to consider a new profession.
Category Archives: Summer 2017: First Hell, Then Purgatory, Then What?
by David D. Horowitz. “Just five years, six months, and fifteen days until my retirement!” So begins Office Worker’s day as she trudges onto an elevator to travel to the twenty-eighth floor of a reflective-glass high-rise in the middle of … Continue reading
by Marie Davis & Margaret Hultz. Simone knows trash from way back; before it was renamed litter so decent people would not throw it on the ground. And she knows litter from way back; before it became trendy — recyclables. … Continue reading
by Brian Griffith. As Islam changed from a social movement into an empire, the language of its male leaders shifted. Instead of talking about justice and compassion, they increasingly spoke of law and punishment. Seldom in the writings of the … Continue reading
by John Grey. There’s some out there who labor over hieroglyphics on ancient stone, suckered in by the need to know what just might be unknowable. And then there’s your face. In each expression, a definite meaning is not always … Continue reading
by Tim J. Myers. A number of years after God had driven the man and the woman from the garden of Paradise–years as humans count them, that is–the archangel Gabriel came to the angel Aziel there in the place … Continue reading
by Ronnie Pontiac. For hundreds of years scholars have attributed a mysterious manuscript to Ignotum Prophetam. Best known to European historians as one of the mad monks of history, the contemporary consensus attempts to prove from scant and contradictory evidence … Continue reading
by Bruce E.R. Thompson I have a bone to pick with Joseph Campbell, but I’ll get to that in a minute. What I really want to talk about is visits to the underworld. The best known story of a … Continue reading
by Marissa Bell Toffoli. Resist the evening, the settling of scores. Watch our cocktails sweat next to the binoculars on the patio table. Our shade grows long. My boy palms his silhouette–everything still new. Suspended between generations. Your wise … Continue reading
by Chris Farago. I spent the day inside, With a sunburned neck, reading. I think it was in tribute to a friend, A commentary on the life I ought to be living, Alternating the raucous pleasure of urban hikes And … Continue reading
by Thomas Larson. Growing up, neither my child nor my adolescent selves nursed the Christian nipple; my ex-Catholic father was an atheist, and Sundays were spent, by my choice, singing (not worshipping) in a church choir. After I read, age … Continue reading
by Laura Roman. Prelude Thomas De Quincey’s influence on writers and filmmakers reaches wide and far. In the nineteenth century he was a prominent part of the Romantic circle, confluencing with Wordsworth and Coleridge, later influencing Elizabeth Barrett, Virginia Woolf, … Continue reading
by C.S. Kraszewski. I and suddenly it hits you there is to be no more becoming you are no longer and yet there you are paralyzed, you are a soul sealed tight between pith and ray in the sapwood … Continue reading