The Connection
I.In the center of Union Square a statue of the City’s Founding Father stood eternally poised as though on the brink of an invisable fronteir, dwarfed among crags of… More
Brown Grave, And Me
Phillip James Roberson(pen name: Kamara Mtengenzaji)Box No. B-27585Represa, CA 95671 The First time I ever saw Brown Gravy was back in the Summer of 1958. I was in the Los… More
Say You’re One of Them
That night, our home began to feel like an oven. We couldn’t sleep, even though we took off all our clothes.Once we locked up, a massive heat swallowed the… More
In a Nut’s Cell
The old man sat up on one of the upper bunks in his cell, gazing out through the barred window, deep in thought while taking in the awesome scenery… More
Milan Kundera: The Unbearable Lightness of Being
27Karenin was not overjoyed by the move to Switzerland. Karenin hated change. Dog time cannot be plotted along a straight line; it does not move on and on, from… More
A House of Bitter Men
This morning, 5:30 came on time. Sometimes it seemed to come too early or too late. But today, it was just as it should be.When his feet hit the… More
No Light Escapes
1“You’re thinking of stabbing a guy because you think he may be plotting to stab you,” Goodman said with a slightly mocking incredulity. “What if you’re wrong?”“What if I’m not?”… More
Shepherds of the Passaic
It is as though one, looking out from a dark cave in a side of an impending mountain, sees the world passing and speaks to it; speaks courteously and… More
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