April 19, 2022 Transubstantiation by Judith Skillman Transubstantiation Nothing more than the accelerator at Cern, seven-mile tunnel in the earth, protons traveling almost at the speed of light, voilà. Top quark,…
April 19, 2022 On Eating an Orange and Seeing God by Nolo Segundo On Eating an Orange and Seeing God I miss the big navels when they are not in season, but almost any orange will do….
April 19, 2022 From a Long Line of Trees by John C. Mannone From a Long Line of Trees My brothers—one shaped into chariot wheels, the other, into an expansive bed for a king—had it good. I’ve…
April 19, 2022 Native Wit by Howard F. Stein Native Wit Not for lack of native wit Have cottonwoods prevailed Upon prairie’s crusted skin. Brief torrents of summer rain Fill dry streambeds, soon…
April 19, 2022 Dad’s Bowling Buddy by Chris Wood Dad’s Bowling Buddy He always reminded me of an old hound dog. The way his face drooped, eyes yellow and bloodshot. His lips puffy,…
