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It was a library, an ancient one, I could tell by the style of the shelves and stairs. No library like that had been built in hundreds of year, and certainly not in America. The books, I could also tell, were huge; as if they were vellum manuscripts hand copied in the middle ages. I … Continue reading Library Post card by Duane L. Herrmann

No warning. Card says“Arrive Friday for a week”Too bad we’ll be gone

Calvin CoolidgeChristmas In July The last post card I received was an antique one commemorating the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas” I did not receive it at Christmas time. It came just the other day and no, it was not lost in the mail for seven months. Actually, I sort of sent it to … Continue reading Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind.” by June Kosier

I’m writing to you to see how you are, thankful that we’ve found a way to communicate across this vast distance between us and eager to see if we can find common ground. Our lives are so different that I wonder if our experiences and words themselves will have the same shared meaning. When I … Continue reading To Peggy Across the Universe by Diane Kendall Stevens

Dear Xrjot, Earth is having a bit of a time now. The climate is going out of balance, but the people and corporations with money refuse to let go of any so that measures can be taken to correct it. Sea levels have risen ten feet and there are predictions of ten more to come. … Continue reading Writing to Artemin Prime by Duane L. Herrmann

November 5, 1963 Dear Jerome, Thank you so much for passing me your full address at the prison today. I’m not sure if it is appropriate for you and me to correspond, but I suppose as your college-student-volunteer English teacher, we might contend that our exchanges are part of the literacy program—a class assignment. Today … Continue reading Unlikely Friends by Leslie Sittner

“But, I’m the patient!” She met the eyes of a stranger in the waiting room in an oncology center. He was coughing and resting simultaneously. Sick she thought. But in those eyes was his story. What is his story? Should she dare connect with those eyes again? It was close to four years since she … Continue reading In the Waiting Room by Karen M. Titherington

"We're in an age of transition," the man remarked to his companion as they passed by me. I didn't know what transition they were talking about, but I know there is a transition currently going on, and on a global scale. It is a transition that is inevitable, painful, slow and full of reverses. It … Continue reading What is This Age? by Duane L. Herrmann

“So sad. So very sad. But there’s hope for recovery.” She’s slowly shaking her head as her ancient German shepherd tugs on his leash. Her dog-walking partner nods in agreement and the three continue on toward one of the exits to the parking areas on Roland Street. I’d come upon them with my wee rescue … Continue reading The Invasion by Leslie Sittner