By: JP Miller The bus ride from downtown San Francisco across the Bay Bridge to Oakland was long and choked with diesel fumes. The sudden stops and starts never bothered me much. I must have nodded out at some point….
By: Mary Bone Watching nature unfold, I am silent as leaves Fall from trees. My eyes are hypnotized By the different colors piling up on my body. I am a leaf angel As I move my arms back and forth…