It started in the Auburn, NY post office earlier this afternoon.   A customer at the service counter was awash in muted earth toned clothes with a distinctive western type gear ambiance from the wide brim somewhat sombrero type hat to the boots to the corduroy pants with leather inserts along the backside and sides of the pants.   With a  nice flowing shirt, I noticed the weathered and tan hands though I could not make out facial features.   I was reminded of the Gauchos of the Pampas in Argentina because this customer immediately brought that image to mind.    The person was ahead of me as we exited the post office and I said that man looks like he rode in on a horse.   As I chuckled at my joke, I was determined to see what car he got into.   As I panned the parking lot to guess the vehicle, lo and behold, there were two horses hitched to the fence down where the mailboxes are located and the person was soon engaged with another customer i...

The wait is over!   Breakout the Champagne! ~ Photo by:  Lisa Brennan, aaduna visual art editor/website manager   aaduna Volume 4/Issue 2 Cover Art "Untitled," oil on canvas, by Judita Pamfil (c) 2014 The aaduna 2014 summer issue, Vol. 4, No. 2 is now available. Visit www.aaduna.org and enjoy! aaduna-Inc  Visit regularly for updates ! @aadunaspeaks  

Words have a fluency and lilting quality that illuminates the consciousness when properly aligned and crafted.   Art takes us from the realm of the ordinary to the frontiers of imagination and wonderment.   Persecution Avenue and Chrystal Berche understand how to elicit magic that sparks the human spirit and impels us to think through what we feel after reading and/or experiencing art. Persecution Avenue bobs and weaves his words similar to a cagey, seasoned prize-fighter who knows when to jab and when to float, when to throw the hook and when to rest on the ropes…here is a brief, teaser excerpt from his piece, “ This Little City ” This little city, my little city with the siren soundtrack: where the B-more Black- birds smoke and mirrors lend the opium outcasts a purple hue; the opaque outrage at the state of the avenue. A city again lost when they lose and so we choose to get tossed   in the latent lavender suited lies of our pink politicians. Forgetting th...

Here are a few unedited [mostly] excerpts from Gillick , Murray , and Backer …three intriguing writers coming to the aaduna readership in the summer 2014 issue:   from Matt Gillick’s “Swim Practice” Dad was supposed to pick me up on time but he didn’t.   He was late again. He’s always on time right at five.   Mom said he sometimes took a long time putting on his green clothes and be late for his flight when he left.   I kind of wished he lost them so he could stay longer and tell me jokes.   They’re funny jokes like: “J.P., what happens to a…”   I forget the rest but I always laugh at the end.   The way he tells jokes is funny but I’m not laughing at him.   He just tells them well like I knew I would understand if I were smarter.   Mom told me not to laugh at kids at swim practice, so I laugh at them in the locker room.   One of them cried and I felt bad and I stopped for a bit.   She didn’t come back so I couldn’t say so...

Fiction writers have a way of transporting readers to different realms of consciousness and unimagined explorations of emotional highs and lows and hidden secrets.  Millie Chapman , TD Flenaugh and William Bretton Hodge are offering creative delights to nourish our spirit and motivate us to want more.  These writers along with their fiction colleagues in the aaduna summer 2014 issue will inspire.  Here are brief excerpts from each of these writers’ work: From Millie Chapmans’ “Peony” It stood twisted and arch-backed like the mangled fur of a stray cat.   It’s shadow, elongated by the low-lit window behind it, sliced mercilessly through the smooth surface of the unsuspecting white sheets. As the sun began its daily death, the shadow gained strength, spilling over the side of the bed and skipping down the ruffled bed skirt. It slithered across the hardwood floor toward the door and a young girl who stood with her back pressed firmly against it.  ...

Here is a brief excerpt from Mike Jurkovic’s poem, “Talking w/Roberta about the Civil War” I'm getting out of here no matter how many kings or clowns stand in my way. This two-crayon country is close to war and the South has more weapons this time. More trigger happy rebels than the last time we in the North supposedly won. Intrigued as to where this poem goes? Vol. 4, No.2 is coming…summer is not over yet! And what about this two-crayon country??? Natasha Knight weaves magic and enchantment in her poem “Wonder,” Here is a snippet:   I used to hear the fairies wings fly through my backyard but now the grass is silent as still as a tree.  I used to see the dragon hiding in the tree, playfully nipping me as I climbed, but now the dragon has left me and I sit there all alone. I used to dance with the elves underneath the bright moonlight, our joyful laughter echoing all night long. But now the elves are hiding, though all nig...

Judita Pamfil, Poet/Writer/Visual Atrtist Port Hope , Ontario , Canada is nestled at the mouth of the Ganaraska River and situated on the north shore of Lake Ontario .  It is in this small, picturesque town noted for its well preserved Main Street dotted with antique and specialty shops that Judita Pamfil creates bold and vibrant works of art, as well as serene, muted, captivating oil paintings. An elegant poet and writer, Judita's recent artwork is featured in the coming summer issue, as well as her poetry.  Last year, she released MOON SONGS poems.  Pamfil's  wonderfully designed book is available to you by contacting her at juditapamfil@sympatico.ca If you are a first time reader of her work and observant of her visual images, I suspect you will enjoy what Judita has brought to aaduna and then become a fan!     Here is a sample of her artwork: We look forward to publishing Judita's outstan...