Harvie Carreras explores the political and metaphorical meanings of graffiti messages scattered throughout Quito, Ecuador.

Anna Cates cares for her grandmother and ponders the merits of a warm, Wisconsin bath.

My name is Luca Patuelli. I am a 22 year old student studying marketing at Concordia University in Montreal Canada. I am also a professional breakdancer.What makes me different from the rest of the pack is that I was born with Arthrogryposis, a condition that affects the bone structure and muscular growth of the body.

Brian Bates never really grows up and learns what kind of strange objects his dog can ingest.

I. I’m totally at a college party.
It’s true!
I’m not in college any more.
I’m not even in America.
But I’m pretty sure I’m at a college party.

What’s been happening, you ask? Man, I wish I could tell you. Too much has been happening for me to keep track, too many different places and different people with different things to tell me and it all blends together into a strange dream-puddle. Yesterday I was opening up some clams I found.

Today: A. I’ve been painting little figures from this Chinese graphic novel I found in Tianjin, a city just southwest of Beijing. I have about four little people now, all dressed in period Chinese clothing from the turn of the century.

Here is a collection of editorial cartoons from artist Greg Pence, that were not published by the New Hampshire Union Leader, a newspaper he regularly contributes to.

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, friends and family. We are gathered here today to remember our beloved Bob.
I can tell by the turnout today that I do not need to say that he was a truly great man, whose memory will be preserved in the hearts and minds of everyone who every met him.
For those of you who do not know who I am, my name is Carl Eberhart. Jane Morris and Mary Morris, the deceased’s sister and wife have asked me to speak today in the position of …

He loves to sit and hear me sing,Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;Then stretches out my golden wing,And mocks my loss of liberty.~William Blake

He grasps for his favorite red, silk tie.
The phone rings and the secretary at Global Insurance answers, “hello?”
It is the one he wore most days in high school, the one he wears most days to work.
Ken sits with Ken—dubbed by a vitriolic classmate the Kin and the Kan after a prolonged and spirited polemic about eastern philosophy, although neither knew much about the subject—eating lunch, …