By: Brian Michael Barbeito There is a place I saw by 16th side road and Don Mills Avenue. I was headed north and away from cities. It was to the left, a small strip plaza new and unencumbered by the…

By: Gaither Stewart  Directly across the road from my store, Andrey is sitting on the wall that overlooks the long green valley. In this moment, his eyes are fixed on a bizarre figure in blooming pants and an over-sized wind…

By: Michael C. Keith No good deed goes unpunished. –– Claire Boothe Luce At an early age, Abdul Karim noticed he could transfer the bothersome floaters that cluttered his vision to another person. It was a great relief to him…

By: Raymond Greiner I awaken to the hydraulic whine of a trash truck. Nearby a massive waste incinerator emits a polluting stench mixing with the incessant rumble of traffic. Detroit, once a grand city is in steep decline with eroding…

By: Siddhartha Choudhury The boy was about three years old, and his large round eyes grew vibrant with delight upon seeing the wooden train engine. He tugged at his mother’s hand and said, ‘I want that engine.’ The mother of the…

By William Norris  The lunchroom buzzed in anticipation of Thanksgiving. Don was first, his role to stake out our table. His eyes framed Karen Palou. She’d saunter by, wearing a tight gray dress; her mere scent brushing our appetite to the floor. Some…

By: JP Miller Looking down at the smallness of the world from atop a mountain will put time and distance in perspective. Iraq was a world away. And, in the light and color of the hills, the sky really put…

By: Raymond Greiner Chicago’s government housing project was built in the mid sixties. Aging has taken its toll, diminishing original intent of quality housing for those economically oppressed. Only one elevator is in working order and used infrequently from fear…

By: Raymond Greiner My name is Caleb. I am 16 years old and documenting my life thus far. I have no parents or siblings. I was scientifically created and live in a barracks facility among 100 males my age with…

 By: Narasimha Sharma Veturi I opened my eyes to the frantic chaos of porters pushing my fellow passengers to come in and be the first to carry the luggage of the seemingly rich people. I was reasonably hungry and as I…