Rock Bottom
Short Story In the blink of an eye a mammoth sinkhole swallows up the entire town of Carlsburg, twenty-seven thousand souls vanish into the Earth. Leaving highway 401 eerily leading into a fifty...
Tagged: religion
Beyond the Horizon
Poem I want to feel Close to existence Outside me, outside cities And suburbs and streets, Outside humanity, Something closer to the movement of the light, The sun moving across the sky, The sight...
Somewhere in the Waves – Film Feature
Short Film Dominick Nero’s debut short film Somewhere in the Waves has been challenging viewers to reckon with their spirituality since its festival premiere in New York City earlier this summer. “People get angry when...
Interview of a Lifetime
Short Story Grant slides his tie into the nook of his collared shirt. Looking at the mirror, he makes sure it is placed perfectly. He runs his hand through his hair; it is...
Hugs From Jesus
Short Story The legs of my chair scraped against the floor and seemed to protest on my behalf. I pulled viciously at my tartan skirt and contorted my spine to escape from behind...
Not To Say
Life Poem I wanna roll Not sit in this stall Wanna rediscover the sights Not from in these wall Plenty out there to see Not seeing it all from in here Knowing I can...
Another Day
Poem Today, I am resurrected again. The periodicity of a new day has awakened me from my slumber reign. Tracing the footsteps of the Lazarus, I stand on this shrine; Of another chance....
Faith, or Lack Thereof
Esoteric Poem O secrets that you keep old Faith That draw upon my simple sorrow Your unknown the most tantalizing bate Knowing yesterday of my return tomorrow O secrets that you keep old...
Immortality And Bliss
Poem I look up… hoping to see your face longing, to smile back at me… and your grace, your love to fill the missing piece. I know you’re there close yet far away....
Parcel – or Stand Aside
Spoken Word Don’t relax But also don’t remember That any time we can Break into a dance requiring us To base all and any fantasies On that liquid part of us That part...
A Tumultuous Zazen
Haibun Coldplay’s “the Scientist” plays. Dreamlike imagery arises: a woman handing out cuvards; a drop of Jesus’ blood. Always returning to “wind.” Breathing The bell gongs. I can’t stand up as the others rise...
