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Hiram the Horse Whisperer

by David Churchill Barrows | Aug 11, 2019 | Featured Story, Issue No 5, Nonfiction, Read

Hiram the Horse Whisperer By David Churchill Barrow ; Hiram’s dad, Jesse, had no worries, despite the smirk on the carnival barker’s face. This was a sure bet. Everyone knew these carnival ponies were trained to throw young boys on command, but the locals in the...

The Icon and the Idol The Finale of Sergei Eisenstein

by Michael Toscano | Aug 3, 2019 | Issue No 4, Nonfiction, Read

The Icon and the Idol The Finale of Sergei Eisenstein By Michael Toscano ; Russian memory knows Tsar Ivan IV, first tsar of all the Russias (1530 to 1584), as a dark figure: a man of unnatural lusts, a diseased mind and vampiric tastes for blood. Ivan is known as...

Life in Lebanon by Laila AiSiss

by Laila AiSiss | Jul 11, 2019 | Issue No 5, Nonfiction, Read

Life in Lebanon By Laila Ai-Sissi ; The sky appeared grey before it turned black. Walls of white foam trailed me with an amplified angry roar. I swam faster until my arms felt like sandbags. On the verge of drowning, Rawyia’s voice echoed as if reverberating from the...

Introducing a New Bingeworthy Superhero Series

by Anne Butcher | Jul 11, 2019 | Issue No 4, Nonfiction, Read

Introducing a New Bingeworthy Super Hero Series By Anne Butcher ; Over the past decade, superheroes have supersaturated the entertainment industry. We’ve seen numerous films and television shows, and there’s no sign of the genre’s popularity dying anytime soon. With...

A Visit to Storm King Art Center

by P.J. Walsh | Jul 11, 2019 | Issue No 4, Nonfiction, Read

A Visit to Storm King Art Center By P.J. Walsh ; …before the mind intoxicateWith present objects and the busy danceOf things that pass away, a temperate showOf objects that endure.—Wordsworth I guess it started with Instagram. Not a very high-minded medium, but there...

Fate and Marriage

by Laila El-Sissi | Jul 11, 2019 | Issue No 4, Nonfiction, Read

Fate and Marriage By Laila El-Sissi ; That evening while the sun prepared to set, we followed the daily mealtime routine. Around the dining table, we settled into the seats our father had assigned. With Rawyia to my right, I sat as rigid and brittle as an old piece of...