I think about my brothers who fought in Vietnam and I know they are probably turning in their graves. We fought and lost and now… Read more »
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Every American remembers Trayvon Martin, a young African American fatally shot by George Zimmerman on Feb. 26. A few days later the outcry of injustice… Read more »
Soum rosettes to watches an to clens es by wa tehres. I polische annd wassh theym, I lave es, by wa teares. That rosette weared… Read more »
Is the Lord Trying to tell us something? Could the message be in the trees all ablaze? Is the Lord trying to tell us something?… Read more »
Loomis was floating on the ethers, bruh. In his head rang the classic tenor sax stroll, “WALKIN’ WITH MISTER LEE,” By the great Lee Allen,… Read more »
A continuation of the story by artist/vendor Chris Shaw
A cartoon by artist/vendor Chris Shaw
A street-themed word search by artist/vendor Terron Solomon.
George and Ethel McCoy, as seen at the first National Folk and Blues Festival, Wolf Trap, Vienna VA.
My name is Rebecca Stewart and I am an AmeriCorps VISTA member serving at Street Sense as the Advertising and Communications Coordinator. One of my… Read more »
In part 1 of The Pinnacle, our hero stands as the last survivor of his dying world. He gets ready to board a self-sufficient ship… Read more »
If I may forbear, groves arrn beautiful to be then, amorwe, or hir sweet, hot grin walkins mee.
It be putt no thatt thé hie, so I watch vor the arrange of dwarffy, ashen Neutrinos, the catch, hitte wid strange traffick all gif… Read more »
Soon light th’ deaths of leaves. Refluent leafs roll off the eves. Oonly one reed bloweth, harder!
Loomis rolled over and wiped gravel off his face. Slick. That Craig and his homies were puffin’ the blunt and fist bumpin’ as they faded… Read more »
So much hate and anger we have among ourselves. Each race of people has a reason for hating the next. The hate and anger comes… Read more »
Last night my next-door neighbor Mr. Brown, a 70-year-old man, went out for a smoke. Three teenage boys had been hanging around our apartment building,… Read more »
There are more than one hundred and thirty Street Sense vendors. We have our own style and technique to sell the newspaper. Each vendor says… Read more »
Tired Of when I wake to brush my teeth and look in the mirror; while I open my mouth to scream, yet no sound comes… Read more »
After the election has occurred And the results have been heard We can only hope that the votes most cast Were, in reflection, the ones… Read more »