I Smell Nothing…

The smell was putrid, filling the surrounding space with the fetid stench of decomposing skin and the thick, sour smell of pus.  Seven months ago I would've gagged, now - well, it's just another day. "James, man, what happened?" I asked, frowning at the oozing, deep crater on the underside of his elbow - an …

The Cliche Question of Every College Student (Regardless of Age!)

Who am I? There are many fashions in which to answer this question - nearly all of them are utterly superficial; I am a student, a Catholic Worker, unmarried, female, white, tattooed. All of these mean nothing because they are mutable, transitory, subject to change by my own mere whimsical fancy. To authentically answer this …