Category:Words

Trump and the Battle for Human Nature

Frances Moore Lappé

Feeling blindsided, baffled, or just bewildered, Americans are asking, How did we get here? New York Times conservative columnist Ross Douthat likens the experience of observing Republican dysfunction to seeing “a calf born with two heads…watching something that the laws…

First Jazz

Pete Mullineaux

Coltrane, cool train taking vinyl track with swerve and verve, hip dip curve of lip, gravity bending light with thumb and fingertip on moon reflecting keys – take a winding scale from the black bottom of a southern swamp up…

Two Dogs Without Recognition

Ava Grieco

As bystanders in life, we watch those suffering around us; unaware of what to do and unable to notice the pain living in the eyes of others. We stand here in life, questioning what is going on around us, focusing…

Review for Teodros Kiros’ Cambridge Days

Julia Rold

Observations about Westerners’ extreme tanning habits. Mediations on beauty and the state of contemporary Africa. Theories about the moral ethical self. Thoughts about God. Racy sex scenes. These are just a few of the many diverse and wonderful surprises a…

Cambridge Days (a novel)

Teodros Kiros

Cambridge Days is a unique literary work that systematically combines the genres of drama and story-telling. In this book, Professor Teodros Kiros, has assembled a diverse group of actors who love to make connections with areas of knowledge...

The Ungrateful Son

Dinty W. Moore

After the tale by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm Once a man was sitting with his wife. They had roasted a chicken which they were about to eat together. Then the man saw that his aged father was approaching, and he…

First Prize: Snapshots Of A Summer

Eddie Virgo

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest Through dense fog, Sylvia and I ran down the barren street. It must have been four in the morning, yet neither of us showed signs of weariness. From above, we could hear the…

Second Prize: Chicken Soup

Athanasios Lazaro

Winner of the Student Creative Nonfiction Contest It was a cool, crisp evening. The golden sun was setting over the distant horizon, painting the clouds red. Blood was spurting from the mutilated stump of the chicken’s twitching neck, painting the…