topic: 9/11 medium: TEXT as submitted for the “9/11” Open Call PERHAPS IT’S NORMAL IN THE WAKE OF THE DEATH OF A friend you’ve known for so long – and I knew Jif longer than almost anyone in my life – to romanticize youth. So many emotions flood into the […]

topic: BORDERS medium: TEXT The maison rouge was neither a house nor red. It was a hotel painted in a powdery, pastel green that rubbed off like chalk on your fingers. And the soot from chimneys and the exhaust of the endless stream of cars that choked the narrow Rue […]