The Medusa Project

Bodies bumped together in the crowded club — men and women, women and women, men and men — all wearing variations on black. Shiny, fuzzy, leather, lace, the black blended together to form a shadowy pit. The mostly white skin within it was uncovered more than socially acceptable. But this was a different kind of…

Exchange Point

Sweat rolled down the small of my back, pooling above the waistband of my sturdy Carhartts. I stopped on the packed dirt path and bent down to pick up a crushed cardboard box with my gloved hand. The lettering had faded, not that I understood Spanish, but I guessed it was some sort of medicine.…