71Jul 26, 2021
It was when Dad parked the car in front of Food & More that we started paying attention. “I know about her, Richard. I’ve seen the photos,” Mom said it loudly and threw her seat belt off. Once she was out of the car, she slammed the door. Patty, James, and I looked at each […]
72Jul 26, 2021
The First Miracle: Parasol Mushrooms Albert’s father would have turned ninety in December, but it was clear now that he had no chances to celebrate his long awaited jubilee. The old man’s congestive pneumonia had started six months before as shortness of breath. Later it had been mistaken for asthma symptoms, and only when his […]
73Jul 26, 2021
John had never been what you would call a runner. The odd run, or visit to the gym, to blow out the cobwebs when he came to feel particularly sedentary, peppered his life since his late teens. Downloading a running app onto his phone one morning he was surprised to find the login details pre-populated. […]
74Jul 26, 2021
Each night I lie awake awaiting Fontano’s big monologue, a set piece bed beneath me, eyes closed against the gaze of stage lights high above. I keep still and silent, waiting for the man I love to stumble into our room, cursing as he knocks the floor lamp over. He’ll stand beside the bed and […]
75Jul 26, 2021
“I’ll see you soon,” Denny says, drawing back, and takes his hand off Rich’s shoulder. They shake hands, and for a second, here in their uniforms, it’s nearly like they’re back at Corregidor, before it all went to hell. They grin at each other, grinning away the fear, and Denny gives him a thumbs-up and […]
76Jul 26, 2021
Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the US and other countries. Both sides of his family worked in the coalmines and steel mills of Appalachia.
77Feb 22, 2021
My bones are the origin of small raging fires Sparking violence, body against body, Like any garden trying to survive among Deadliness. My atoms are weeds pitted against flower And bloom Of myself. Pain hushed into embers, Sometimes – As wide and endless as a mouth to hell. I have died many times, Intimately, unforgivingly […]
78Feb 22, 2021
Artist’s statement: Looking to the Future is a portrait of a little girl who lives near the village of Saut d’Eau, in the vicinity of a waterfall which is sacred for Catholics and Vodou believers alike. Her mother cooks and sells food on the main road, leading to the waterfall. The picture was taken in […]
79Feb 22, 2021
Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the U.S. and other countries. Both sides of his family worked in the coalmines and steel mills of Appalachia.
80Feb 22, 2021
Hunger Stones Hunger stones as memorials hunger stones as warnings of famine of drought of emaciated animals, failing crops of too many bodies to bury Stones embedded into river banks in 1417, 1616, 1717, 1842, 1892 carved with words or pictures to alert people that when the stone is exposed, the river is perilously low […]