January 25th, 2007 - Celeste Doaks
Wednesday, 12:38pm Yellow cabs whizzed by as I stepped onto Sixth Avenue for lunch. Maybe Chinese from the corner would be tasty, if the...
January 18th, 2007 - James Bernard Short
I was that Yankee Bwoy in Brooklyn, commuting weekly to the Flatbush, Church Avenue, very West Indian part; eighteen months into...
January 18th, 2007 - Robert Hyers
By 6 o’clock I arrive home and fall into the couch. Our Pomeranian, already waiting on the couch, curls up on my chest; the digging of...
January 11th, 2007 - Tyrese L. Coleman
I am wearing lingerie when he enters my place. It’s late, one, maybe two, in the morning. My booty-call is a co-worker who decided to...
January 11th, 2007 – Kali VanBaale
It’s Thursday, and it’s raining outside. The wind lashes sleet against my office window where I’m working on my second novel about a farm...
January 11th, 2007 - Nick
I don’t remember exactly what I was doing on January 11, 2007, because everything from that time blends together when I think of it now....
January 11th, 2007 - Panasit Chaiyanan
I had it saved on my laptop. I had it on my best friend's computer. I had it on a CD. I had it on a Zip disk. I had it on my external...
From What We've Been.
"...while he lives, man can always be different from what he has been until that moment--nay more, that he is in fact always more or less...