Life is a Bowl of Grapes
There was only one other passenger in the subway car. At the far end, sat a homeless man with a bag of grapes. He pelted the grapes against the wall while he shouted obscenities.
I thought about the definition of irony and if it related to a hungry man wasting his grapes.
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Written by stephanie
This Atlanta, GA native has performed as a professional ballet dancer with the Minnesota Ballet, James Sewell Ballet, Ballet Montana, Ballets with a Twist, the Metropolitan Opera, and Ballet Nouveau Colorado/Wonderbound. Her writing has been published in Dance Informa, Wetpaint, Midchix, New York Family, Emerging Students, 303 Magazine, and she was a copywriter with Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts. Currently, Stephanie is pursuing her BA in Liberal Studies through the St. Mary’s College of California LEAP program. Dd allows her to bring together all of her artistic interests.


