Rachel Blaustein’s Kinneret, A Child’s Poem of Israel
by Dorit Sasson Sitting on the edge of the pebbly shore of Kibbutz Ein-Gev, I realize that this is no ordinary kibbutz, and this is…
by Dorit Sasson Sitting on the edge of the pebbly shore of Kibbutz Ein-Gev, I realize that this is no ordinary kibbutz, and this is…
by Angela Corrias In Sardinia the guest is sacred. This is the first thing visitors notice, and in my hometown, Ghilarza, there is no exception.…
by Steven Hermans I was working on a farm in the south of Portugal when the idea to visit Lisbon suddenly erupted from my brain.…
by Inka Piegsa-Quischotte My jaw nearly dropped. “Madame,” my new best friend Mohammed gushed, sweeping his right hand through the air. His inviting gesture wasn’t…
by Deborah Downes Please note: New Moon spoilers! From an upper floor window overlooking the piazza, American Frances Mayes watched the acrobatics of two flag…
by Vanessa H. Larson A rock burning bright on an August night. A full moon lights up the sky. I’m up on a mountainside, watching…
by Andrea Calabretta In the seventeenth century, a young Portuguese nun fell in love with a French soldier. But did she really pen the evocative…
by William Caverlee Best not to look at the scenery: eight lanes of traffic, roaring motorcycles, flashing billboards, and steel-and-glass office buildings as hideous as…
by Paul Millward Advertising is based on one thing: Happiness. It’s the smell of a new car. It’s freedom, from fear. It’s a billboard that…
by Paul Millward It’s the hills that do it . . . those rolling, undulating hills falling towards the bay or sweeping steeply upwards, cross-town,…
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