Birth by Theodore Richards

Birth by Theodore Richards

During the second to last week I worked in Zimbabwe the price of bread tripled overnight. There were strikes and riots in the cities. Mugabe was condemned by the West. The West was condemned by Mugabe. In the bush, the earth cracked in the dry air as the sun continued...
Attentive Idling by Iris Graville

Attentive Idling by Iris Graville

Attentive Idling by Staff Writer Iris Graville My compulsion to accomplish is fueled by a computer the size of the pack of cigarettes my mom used to slide into her purse. Portable devices allow us to learn foreign languages, listen to books, and attend lectures, all...
The New Myth by Theodore Richards

The New Myth by Theodore Richards

The New Myth by Theodore Richards Adapted from The Great Re-imagining: Spirituality in an Age of Apocalypse   “Where’s your mother?” my father asked, fumbling with his keys and, more significantly, his emotions. He couldn’t bear to go inside to look for...
Writer in a Bulletproof Vest by Iris Graville

Writer in a Bulletproof Vest by Iris Graville

Writer in a Bulletproof Vest by Iris Graville Almost ten years ago, I got hooked on “Castle,” a television series about New York Police Department (NYPD) detectives.  Cop shows don’t usually appeal to me, but in this one, main character Rick Castle was a mystery...
Forest Bathing | A Poem by Saizan Owen

Forest Bathing | A Poem by Saizan Owen

Forest Bathing by Saizan Owen There is a way of entering the forest when the breeze of the trees becomes your guide when the cool gray-green days and humid blue-green nights become your own skin where the unfurling paths through the emerald light become flowing...