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Recently, Karen E. Osborne, an award-winning and Amazon Kindle best-selling author, took the opportunity to share her remarkable writing journey and offer insights into the creation of her latest historical fiction novel – True Grace. With a notable repertoire that includes Reckonings, Tangled Lies, and Getting It Right, Karen’s talent for crafting captivating women’s fiction and suspenseful…

By: Brian Michael Barbeito There was an ugly man beside me. I am heavily trained and practiced in anti-oppression frameworks. I was perhaps the star social service worker of my Provence, perhaps beyond. There is that, yes, but there is another sense you have to be honest about. I was ordering food and I noticed him. He was eerie also, and had a bad vibration. Otherwise, an ugly man can be the…

By: J.K. Durick Covid Card Even though most of the restrictionsHave been lifted I still carry their cardIn my wallet, buried in there with allThe rest, my driver’s license, insuranceCards and credit cards. It’s my “RecordCard” for Covid 19 vaccinations. FirstOn the list are the two big ones, the onesI stood in line for at the fairgrounds andThen the boosters, first a line in a meetingRoom in a…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Fun Hoover Sucking up all fun ain’t no man’s idea of party brio.Much better to hent joy on occasions than endeavorEntentes with miserable others. Abstruse behaviors aside, grunting, frowning, snarling, mostlyAmounts to otiose conducts. Instead, lend effort to auspicatingMusical interludes, sunny moments. Among friends, in the least, verbal fleams remain…

By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. She told them to me for a reason. My grandmother wanted me to tell her story. She had always wanted to write a book about her life, but had never found the time nor, perhaps, the…

By: Karlie Taylor My little brother woke up in the middle of the night screaming, “It hurts! Sissy, help me!” Half-asleep, I listened to his voice claw at his bedroom door, spill out the hallway, and pull the sheets off of me, forcing me to get up. In his room, I flickered the lights on and off, matching the beat of his heavy-breathing. The next morning, I berated our parents. “You’d think one…

By: Chris Kim Sculpted by hands of an Eastern craftsman,A story begins in the land where the sun expands.Cherry blossoms flutter, unfurling the past,Yet dreams dance westward, tethered to the mast.We set our sails, a sea of stars our guide,To the land of plenty, our hopes amplified.Yet what awaited wasn’t gilded or free,Still we endured, planted roots like the banyan tree. Learning new rhythms,…

By: Hardeep Sabharwal Fourth image of fear Man fearsWhen his pocket is fullAnd is alone on the unknown path Man also fearsWhen according to the fixed format of the routineA loved one not returns backAnd also the thread of communication breaks man’s fear is more at that timewhen he has a dispute with someone whoIn whose hands is his employment, his future these three images of fearAre the…

By: Kathleen Williams Renk In the late 1960s, one of my best high school girlfriends dated an A+ student who was the star of the cross-country team. He was black. When her parents discovered that her new love interest wasn’t white, they took my friend to see a psychiatrist, grounded her for months, and then forbade her from seeing that young man again. They were effectively saying that their…

By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja, Lord of the Cosmic Dance Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny brass body.The wind is blowing the leaves away,bringing them home to earth,leaving bare limbs dancing.A gust blows my candle out.Chanting your…

By: Brian Michael Barbeito they didn’t record the time of incarnation, of birth, so no natal chart can be cast. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t matter. I wonder sometimes at what time. Osho said after the awakening to call the astrologer for him, because now astrology won’t work for him, now he is free. and he says the astrologer was cowardly and wouldn’t come back. that is his story anyhow. yet…

By: Josef Wachs Until Then BewareThe end is nighThe story is near its endSummer is nearly hereThe school year is almost endedBut until thenThere is workUntil thenWe press onUntil thenWe lookUntil thenWe watchUntil thenWe waitUntil then ### Black and White If only the world were black and whiteWith no shades of grayAnd we could distinguish right and wrongWithout obscurity in the…

By: Itay Eisinger Above allI miss the MOMANot the museum itselfBut the concept. Kissing byBethesda FountainTo confuse the cops,Finding that tinyFrench restaurantHardly known even to its owner–The forgotten Polish philosopherWho helped Lech WalesaTo form Solidarity. I was poorer than now,Poor in a billionaires’ townWere Jewish socialistsonce won. Oh, and how loved taking downhedge fund brosIn…

By: John Grey AFTER COVID I’m paying visitsto those I haven’t seenin the past two years. Sure, there’ve been Emails.And phone calls.But a life is more than justthe sounds it makes,the words it taps out on a keyboard. I’m knocking on doorsand ringing bells again.I’m hugging, kissing cheeks,sharing coffee and couchesand wine and patios. I’m seeing faces,feeling the touch of friendly skin.I’m…