Shit

The older man in the floppy hat snapped another picture, and Ephram almost went rogue. Spirits of Africa, how many candid shots do they need? If they lingered much longer, Ephram wouldn’t be able to control himself. He had to shit! For the last half-hour, Ephram had been tromping about, flinging mud onto himself, and squeezing his butt cheeks hard Read More

Calle Neptuno, La Habana

by Ray Ball, PhD My ankle wobbles as I step                                                                on the uneven textures                                               of the street                                                               and                              sidewalks.                                     In the afternoon heat                                                                 the trash                      piled high             shimmers                                            in the intersections of                                 Centro                                                 Havana.                                                                                       A sign reads:               do                                                                                                 not                                                                                                             litter! But a man                                     tosses an Read More