Monthly Archives: November 2010

(A Schmoth) As I walk to my internship in the DC morning, there are no leaves. There are no colors turning around me. The Golden Triangle cleanup crews handle that quickly. I do not smell apples or pancakes or hear … Continue reading →

DC is both cold and clear, two things my SoCal youth lacks. Ambling down 17th, I was as dark and cold as the night around me – justice denied, reconstruction stopped, fear and hatred and unhappiness trumping sanity. Walking down … Continue reading →