A Walk in Charleston

By: Verity Rabin The streets of Charleston echoed with the sound of music. A man seated on the cool pavement skillfully strumming the strings of his rusted guitar. A sense of wonder lingers in the air, and sweet smells waft into my nostrils; the magnolias are in bloom. Haunted buildings loom over the street. SpiritsContinue reading “A Walk in Charleston”

The Birth of Venus

By: Grace Salter The surface of Venus is not still. It is a roiling, bubbly mass– all foam and loose droplets of water occasionally springing off and drifting until enough light passes through them that they become like stars, joining the shining pricks of light in the heavens above man. There is no one leftContinue reading “The Birth of Venus”