As I see the painting in front of me. I can’t help but think of you. About us. The feelings that were there. It was there whether we both wanted it to be or not. I see the footsteps in the sand leaving the place behind. I go back to the day you walked out on us. The day you made the decesion to continue life without me. It’s silly I know. How can this painting strike up so much emotion.

As I sta...

It was 6pm on a Thursday when we got word that the rebels would cease attacks. I remember it quite well, Ameena was out collecting stones around the kibbutz, trying to hide the fact she was indeed looking for her waifed Babie Doll that one of the American Red Cross volunteers had gifted her. Ameena always tried to mask any childish antics, even though at 9 years old she was most definitely, a chil...

“Day 7,367. This is an emergency broadcast. My coordinates to anyone receiving this signal are thirty-eight degrees, one minute, forty-five seconds North. Seventy-eight degrees, twenty-eight minutes, thirty-six seconds West. Old– old…” Abraham’s guttural voice trailed off over the radio, his vocal cords settling back into place like the final steps of someone dragging their feet through gravel. He...

The old Cadillac broke down on I-80. I was on my way to a photography convention in Reno, Nevada. It was my first one and the magazine asked me to speak about my work. I have been a photographer for the New York Times for 20 years, and now my pictures have received so much praise that I’ve somehow won awards.

I’ve enjoyed pictures all my life. When I was a little boy, I would buy used cameras fro...

We are but strangers

to our achievements, here for

a second then gone...

we were walking on the beach

that i spent my childhood summer years at -

my family divided between new jersey and florida

- the beaches as divided between occupying states -

but this beach was my beach, this beach was the one far from home that felt more like home

where the shark’s teeth were bigger

and fill more of your jar

and the rain came every day at three o’clock, alerting you it was lunch/...

the ides of march have come and gone

their solemn oaths traipsing

snorts and stutters and shimmerings of such

oh what hell this is raising!

the world ended once before, they cry

such are folly claims of woe

the trees may fall and the storms may blow

but no, we will never go!

the village carries on as nothing is amiss

with routine events and frivolous affairs

that simply cannot be skipped...

The sand was everywhere. In Monte’s hair, in his eyes, in his clothes, in his mouth…

The hot wind threw it around as if enjoying itself, though it was rather violent. He could feel blisters forming on his feet as the hot sand rubbed against them in his shoes.

Monte questioned again why he was even bothering to trudge after this strange girl. He had encountered her a couple times before, and she...

The land of trash,…… that’s where I am right now. I didn’t thought I would be abandoned on the land I created for the meaningless things. Yes, I’m a pioneer of the World Greatest CO, they tell me CEO. I hate to use past tense but I was the CEO. I had to ponder by kept asking the questions why?. Why. Why. Why. Why did it had to be me. “Oh, is it a spy cam?, haha I caught you, come out guys.” “Ya, I...

She walked in, her shoes filled with sand. She started to explore the house some more.

“This is where I grew up,”She thought “And now it is filled with sand.” She thought.

She went up the stairs, to her old bedroom. The girl starts walking around and looking at old memories. She picks up a old photo and stares at it for a few minutes.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.

“Who could that be?...