December 13, 2018

Magdalena Marz: Exploring Spirituality with Her Paint Brush

Magdalena Marz: Exploring Spirituality with Her Paint Brush

Artist’s Statement: My latest painting has been informed by experiences of a spiritual nature, such as dreams, lucid dreaming, visions, and their inspiring interconnections. After my studies of art and design in New York, my interests led me toward investigations of the major comparative religions and their history and philosophy, as well as toward the study of various indigenous religions and shamanism. In search for a cohesive framework for my diverse interests, I was lucky to come across the teachings of the Integral Institute and an associated Evolutionary Collective, located in Colorado and California respectively. Their fresh and clear ideas helped me put together a coherent”backpack” from my up-to-date findings and pointed me toward the course of my future journey. Presently, I am most interested in the contemporary trend of merging the insights and findings from…

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December 6, 2018

“Deception Pass” by Daniel Edward Moore

“Deception Pass” by Daniel Edward Moore

Deception Pass   In the daggered dreams of moonlight, in what cannot wait till morning.   A driver on the bridge’s back, on the way to the worksite’s weary yawn   leaves his car and leaps like hope into water’s frozen hands.   On the spine of Deception Pass, courage leaves prints on the bones   and mercy is late for work.   *** Daniel lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems have been in Spoon River Poetry Review, Rattle, Columbia Journal, Western Humanities Review, and others. His poems are forthcoming in West Trade Review, Duende Literary Journal, The Inflectionist Review, Magnolia Review, Isthmus Review, The McKinley Review, Glass Mountain Magazine, Columbia College Literary Review, January Review, Under a Warm Green Linden and Yemassee. His books, “This New Breed: Bad Boys and Gentleman” an…

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November 30, 2018

See you in Pawtucket!

See you in Pawtucket!

Fictional Cafe will have a booth at tomorrow’s Rhode Island Author Expo! This is our second year at ARIA, and we had a blast meeting all kinds of interesting authors and publishers last time. For more info (FREE Admission) and directions, visit http://riauthorexpo.com/ We’ll have a drawing for choice Fictional Cafe swag. We hope you can make it, and look forward to meeting you! Your Fictional Cafe Baristas

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November 29, 2018

“Storming Normandy,” A Short Story by Cindy Layton

“Storming Normandy,” A Short Story by Cindy Layton

Editor’s Note: A pivotal World War II battle was fought on the beaches of France in the summer of 1944. The Normandy invasions by the Allied Forces resoundingly defeated the Germans, who occupied France, but the cost in lives was immense: over 425,000 lives were lost. Yet for the survivors, many more lives were “lost,” as Cindy Layton’s story recounts. Storming Normandy From the doorway I watched as Dad held the gun in his palm, inspecting it, not like they were old friends but business partners. It looked old but still deadly. Where did he get that? His bony fingers ran alongside the round barrel while his eyes traveled along the length of its metal frame. The door to the safe was open, exposing envelopes and a metal box. A purple velvet bag, showing the…

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November 28, 2018

Flexible, Fluid Verses from Ariana Turner

Flexible, Fluid Verses from Ariana Turner

  Bent   I can bend and break, mend and make amends, start riots and cry out— in surrender of once feeling stifled.   I can close my eyes and still see what is gained, lost, and corrupted;   for what is done does not die. It festers and flourishes— seeps into the hollows of every passing moment;   for pain itself is simply a shelter that serves to protect the past from the threat of being forgotten.   And yet how can I ever want to straighten my back   when I am stronger through this weight I carry?     Finite   You were not the orange hue from the streetlamp. You were the streetlamp as we lay upon my parents’ driveway on nights that were heavy with humidity and our quick, quick…

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