The Squirrel & The Owl

Click above for Video ReadingStory Craig Spence / Art Diana Durrand Ptero was  going about his business one evening, searching for nuts, berries and tasty insects to eat, when – whoosh – Bubo, the owl swept down and snatched him up in her talons. He...

Playing Scrabble with my father

These are his words – weak  wilt  sorrow  soul My letters could spell – death attaching to his word – atheist the horizon, a black storm front we both sense,                               lifting the hair                                                on the back of...

The Kids of Summer

Summer life started when we finished school in late June. The vacation time seemed like it lasted most of the year. It was the season of making summer friends and stories to tell once school started again in the fall.  The excitement of the summer this year...

Interlude: When Howard’s Gone

  We seem to be approaching the end of the COVID Era, but will be working through the effects of social distancing and isolation for months and possibly years to come. Holly Warren takes a humorous look at the stress social isolation with significant others has...

Childhood & Contrasts

  When he was a child the world was too big. Later, as an adult, the world was too small. Later still, as a senior, he didn’t worry about those things. When he was a child he liked potatoes the way his mother cooked them. Later, as an adult, he liked potatoes...

Mosul: May, 1980

Abdel wakes me on his way to the bathroom, the hiss of his slippers against the sandy floor.  There is always sand; it seeps in under the door, gets carried in on our feet and clothes.  We used to sweep daily and dust and mop on Thursdays, the start of the Muslim...