I run my hands over my thighs to smooth my skirt. I’m nervous so my leg is bouncing. I notice it and force myself to hold still then I smooth my skirt again. The big, fluffy arm chair I’m enveloped in is too comfortable. The dissonance between it’s squishy…
Last night I dreamed that I was standing in the sanctuary of an immense church. Broad beams of light colored like jewelery cut across the air above me, coming to land upon a majestic pulpit. Sensing that something important was in the pulpit, I climbed its many broad stairs…
By: Thomas Reyour While many are perhaps overzealously reveling and celebrating the death of Osama bin Laden, I propose that rather than throwing up our hands, screaming, "Ding, Dong, bin Laden's dead!" that we rather take this moment in history in silent reflection. Thousands upon thousands dead, civil liberties…