Those on the periphery of society are not necessarily culturally or spiritually poor. Street persons can harbor a rich life-story and genuine philosophic concerns. This work seeks to make public this hidden cultural wealth. We invited persons with hardship to create fiction or, in recounting an experience, to offer an image of hope.. From Clem who writes as he recovers from frost bite in the hospital the humorous My Little Spot, to Theodora who describes her manic flights in Olympus there is real genuine human experience to be found in these pages

The persons in this anthology are also prophets in their own way, unheralded and un-noticed. But if we listen, we can sense their fire, hear their message. We can marvel too how in these covid-19 times, a poet could foresee write from years ago a poem titled Apocalypse. with the words:

While the sun goddess weeps her last song

The plague has begun

People in plastic bags heading toward the city dump.

I lock myself in my room

There’s something evergreen about these poets and writers. Their message does not die with a given time. We need only to listen from persons who have nothing to profit or gain from our listening. Only we stand to benefit, when we hear the resonance in our souls.

So I invite you to enter into a time capsule, an eternity - where voices otherwise lost can now be heard.