Jawaharlal Nehru was still the prime minister of India. The space age had begun earlier with Yuri Gagarin walking in space, the no man’s vast region of zero gravity and weightlessness. But it would take a few more years for Neil Armstrong to step foot on the surface of the moon. The world had not […]
Wild Blue Yonder Stranger in a Strange Land 1 Stranger in a Strange Land 2 Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a graduate background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in […]
When we were kids, he used to care for snakes, lizards, and tarantulas, kept them in aquariums in his bedroom with lights on inside, so he could watch them until he fell asleep. After a while, he’d get bored with them and toss them over the wall into the neighbor’s backyard and laugh. He’d wait […]
After your hit-and-run you go to the grocery store in a different town. No one knows you there. You can buy plum tomatoes and squeeze lemons and compare the prices of bulgar wheat in a place where no one used to rub your belly. You are grateful that the bus goes to this town. You […]
It’s early. There is a museum, cornered on all sides by other buildings, the entrance poking out in an indoor alleyway. Slate roofs line the horizon, faint color blushing the clouds, though morning won’t strike for a few hours. The time ticks by on a grandfather clock in the corner. The faceless girl and silhouette […]
The evening was diaphanous, slowing slipping into a dark, starless night. Dhrumi crouched, watching with bated breath the slanting sunbeams disappearing into the horizon as the tall grass obscured her. Anxiously clueless, she wondered why her mind reverberated the lines from a Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s ghazal. True night was commencing and the forests of Kanger […]
And I’m like, don’t you get it dad? Why don’t you get it? This thing you’ve given me, that you put in my hands, this thing is death. If I pointed it at you, you wouldn’t think it was all that cool anymore. Not that I want to point the gun at dad. I don’t […]
As an eleven-year-old, I stored my clothes in the top drawers of an old dresser that used to be Mom’s and Dad’s. One day, bored, I explored a lower drawer filled with black and white photos. There I found a three-inch stack of letters in original envelopes sent to Mom by men in the service […]
Jim Ross jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after rewarding career in public health research. With graduate degree from Howard University, in eight years he’s published nonfiction, fiction, poetry, photography, hybrid, interviews, and plays in nearly 200 journals on five continents. Photo publications include Alchemy Spoon, Barnstorm, Burningword, Camas, Feral, Marathon, Phoebe, Stoneboat, and […]
It almost sounded like the car peeled out, spitting gravel from its rear fender as it swung around the cul-de-sac and off into the lowering dusk. Stepping through the large doorway, Jack turned and was, as always, awestruck by the entryway’s lofty ceilings. They rose in multiple vaults like a Gothic cathedral, but the marble […]
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