humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Work in Progress
It all started on a snowy day of winter, and there she was sitting on the front porch wrapped in a blanket with a mug of fresh coffee in her hand. All you could see of her was her auburn hair and her glasses she had. She was known to most as Mae. There was nothing happening that day so she just sat there thinking to herself how everything was starting to change in her life. Her budding romantic relationship, her failing relationship with her mom, and the newly incarcerated father. Everything in her life was being juggled around and she was trying her very best to keep up with the pace.
By Cassidy Neeley4 years ago in Humans
Riots
Riots is done by accumulating large numbers of crowds in an area where the police cannot act quickly, and the cost of starting a revolt begins to decline as soon as a participant discovers that. Members of the mob who know more about the intentions of other people than people who know the intentions of strangers alone can issue a signal that sends a signal to people who know that an uprising is imminent.
By Bishesta Paudel4 years ago in Humans
Biraciality; What it means to be BIPOC and White Presenting
In a world where people of color are still mistreated by a very obvious and corrupt system set in place by those who wished to control and dominate other landmasses; there is an old saying about how children of mixed ethnicities will never truly find their place. This is a sad reality for many children of interracial couples; particularly when their children are born white-presenting.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Humans
I Married into a Foreign Culture
I was on my way to find a gift for my daughter's birthday when my motorbike hit a hill of construction dirt. The accident sent me hurtling barelegged into the merciless jaws of the pavement. In a daze, I looked up from the street and saw a brown-colored angel standing over me. She offered a hand. The hand was that of Tuti, a lovely Javanese woman I had recently met online while living overseas.
By Arlo Hennings4 years ago in Humans
AN OLD LADY IN THE COLD
I was a senior in high school, in the month of freezing, snowy January, I was in English class daydreaming about playing baseball for the Mohawks Baseball Team in early April. I thought I would need to get a new baseball glove since the one I had was all worn out and in bad shape, it would not last another season. I would ask my good friend Bill if he wanted to go along with me to the Sears department store, sporting goods department to look for a new glove.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Humans
BLESSED KARMA
About two years after I helped the old lady in the cold, I drove to a friend's house on the east side of town. I never really drove much to that side of the city. I spent that Friday night at my friend's house, talking and watching TV. I left around 1:30 A.M. that cold, snowy night. I was tired and just wanted to get home and go to sleep in my warm bed.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Humans
THE ROOMMATE
Living on the west side of Cleveland, Ohio, I owned a tiny house in the 1960s. Jobs were hard to find in Cleveland, and even when you did have a job, the pay was low. Since I had two bedrooms, I decided to rent the extra room out. I placed ads in the Cleveland Press and the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Humans
A Letter To My Childhood Bully
Dear You, I thought I had forgotten about you, along with all the memories created by my anxious nine-year-old mind, and yet a glance at your name from my peripheral vision was enough to startle me, like a doe caught in headlights. I hadn’t thought about you for over ten years, ever since the last time I saw you get off of the bus, and never return to our school to torment me again. I didn’t need memories of you, I was barely going to make it to my statistics test, so I shuffled past the name, trying to convince myself that it couldn’t be. I probably read it wrong anyway.
By Daniela Alejandra4 years ago in Humans
The Domino Effect
Lately, I’ve read many pieces from the, increasing, group of folks I’ve subscribed to, and especially enjoy the ones where music is included. One of the first things VOCAL+ published for me was “Thank You Music, My Therapist”, which pretty much makes music, at least in the background, a prerequisite for shaking the memory tree in my head to release through my heart, the great editor, words that speak the feelings of the boy I was and the man, albeit old(er) that I am.
By David X. Sheehan4 years ago in Humans
What Falling In Love Has Taught Me About Human Nature, The World of Dogs & Myself: An Open Letter To Any Boy With A Heart Like Yours Who Has Ever Fallen For A Girl With A Heart Like Mine
Dear You, I want you to know, I do not blame you. You strike me as someone who knows what it’s like to hang around the pound. The kind for dogs who are too broken & battered for adoption, fated to eventually be put down. Like you’ve tried to save them before, be the one to give them a normal happy life. You have that special kind of heart. The kind that brings strays home & nurtures them, that would teach a baby bird whose mother abandoned it in the nest how to fly & set it free one day.
By Sarah Speaks4 years ago in Humans
