Flower Power
/…joined the Burlington, Iowa Jaycees in 1974. The organization’s mission was to help young adults develop leadership skills and business connections. It was also just plain fun to be…
By Don Gardiner
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Hole In The Floor
/… I started university, I set out to host regular parties in my flat. Two dozen people arrived for the first one and crammed themselves into my living room. We played music, talked loudly and drank, and …
By K. J. Watson
Read MoreVoices From The Back Room
/…took a sip of his pint of beer and sighed. It had been a bad day at the office, so rather than chilling on his sofa that evening, he’d opted to go to the pub over the road for a few drinks. He ordered a pint of cold, crisp lager and found a spot on a stool at a tall…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreButterfly Transformation
/…up, I always wanted to fly.
As a child, I even gave it a try.
Watching the butterflies by the hour.
I would flap my arms, hoping to …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreFighting For The Butterflies
/As a writer and an activist…
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… the rise, is toxic air,
lung poisoning oxygen
mixed with unseen chemicals
we cannot see or …
By Christopher Sims
Read MoreWhen Doves Kill
/Isn't a dove carrying an olive …
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… do it in slow-motion, one pinpoint strike drawing one drop of blood per peck. They would happily kill faster if they had any weapon deadlier than their ….
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreThe End Of The Rope
/…woke up this morning at the end of my rope.
I swear I've tried to hold on, but I'm all out of hope
There's been so many times when I took a wrong turn
So many wrong teachings I've had to…
By Simple Sue
Read MoreThe Evening's Sounds
/… weather was nice, chilly but pleasant, the leaves blew in the gentle breeze, the birds sweet singing while nesting in the trees, the distant laughter, and voices of the students, sitting in groups everywhere around the…
By Amani Lazar
Read MoreHazy Consciousness
/… not sure why, that night, I insisted on taking you to that small bistro on the pier of the stormy bay at the town’s northern edge. It was closed, as was customary on such evenings, but I asked George, who lived next door, to open it for…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
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