Writings – Page 170 – US Represented

Time to Hit a Home Run in Downtown Colorado Springs

Analysis, Nonfiction / By a featured contributor

The controversy surrounding the proposal to relocate the Colorado Springs Sky Sox’s stadium has become a misguided battle between perception and reality. The impression many citizens seem to have is that Mayor Steve Bach is a puppet of some very powerful property and land developers. Hence, this line of reasoning suggests that the stadium shouldn’t be relocated at all, under any […]

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May All of Your Wishes. . . .

The three cars ahead of me were stopped for no apparent reason, and I was in a hurry to get to work. Then I saw the deer. Four deer had crossed, and one was gingerly picking her way across the asphalt. Once she got to the side of the road, she ran. The drivers, congratulating

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Dick & Rosie

Nonfiction / By a featured contributor

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Meditation XVII: No man is an island

Creative Writing, Writings / By a featured contributor

No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend’s Or of thine own were:

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Spaced Out

Jerome Parent, Nonfiction / By Jerome Parent

In the late months of 2014, human space exploration had a rough week—one dead, one critically injured, and two spacecraft wrecked. A lot of commentators wrote about the importance of the space program in terms of jobs, new technologies, and satisfying the human need for exploration and discovery. On the other side, the haters didn’t

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Waking Dreams

Creative Writing, Writings / By Lindsay Deen

My slide into your arpeggio Seemed so steep at the top of that summit I’d climbed so furiously, Tugging and pushing and levering A large, round stone, so Worried by the chance that I might Stand on gravel too long or lose my grip– Upon reaching that peak, I looked about an ocean Spread in

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