Shabbas
By Essay Issue 114
I was trying to pray. How I yearned to pray! But I was both fascinated and repelled by this man’s presence.
Read MoreLoud Lake
By Fiction Issue 29
IT WAS AGAINST CAMP RULES to be out on the water before breakfast, but Pete guessed that his father would be secretly proud of him, and probably relieved too. In the east the sky was turning white, and the last stars were disappearing over the opposite shore. The sun would rise in half an hour,…
Read MoreThe Depths of August
By Poetry Issue 101
I was fire from which air is withheld, a charged element.
Read MoreLessons of a Gentle Childhood
By Poetry Issue 95
Under this skylight many lost things are visible. I see the mighty black and yellow spiders in the iris beds by the old garage and feel not a shred of fear. I could husk two dozen sticky ears of sweet corn and pick two quarts of strawberries on my achy knees without whining once. I…
Read MoreGrace in Action or Murphy’s Law in Reverse
By Poetry Issue 82
Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. It is what the law says. However, the summer of our prayers was one of grace in action. An outage from nine in the morning until three in the afternoon never occurred despite all the signs. I witnessed utility men working in the street as well…
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