By: Izzy Noon When we saw the old man we thought he might be a beggar but we soon found he was the harbinger of so much more When he opened his blood moon eyes and told us our lives…

By: Phil Temples I first met Bob many years ago. He was cowering near a stoop off a narrow alleyway in Boston’s Back Bay. His clothes were rags. His expression communicated both fear and loathing. He wasn’t even begging me…