A Different Sort
of Living

A tall woman stands, feet together in reasonable beige heels. A long navy blue overcoat reaches down to just above her feet, revealing onl...

Resting on the cushioned metro seat, feeling the vibration and sway of the train as it passes through the underground tunnels of Prague. N...

When he walked through to door, nonchalantly setting his backpack down, his roommate, Casey, frantically greeted him, "We're having...

Jet lag gently pulls at my eyelids, a tug toward consciousness. As my eyes meet the darkness of the early morning, the bluish inky blanket o...

Sitting on a plastic chair in an open air patio where groups of children are playing everywhere around me, I take notes and observe the happ...

His voice echoed agains the walls as he began his sermon, reverberating against the golden pillars and through the glass protecting o...

I feel the pressure of the concrete pushing up on my thighs. I sit on the waist-high shelf formed from an entrance to the ruins of the old...