By Michael Latta It’s 1957. I’m in my next to last year at the LA Art Center College. Broke. Then an uncle died, leaving me…

By Suzanne Kamata “even in Kyoto I long for Kyoto— cuckoo!” –Matsuo Basho (1644-94)* My story begins at Kyoto Station, where I alight after a…

By Leslie Waugh Ireland had long been on my list of places to visit, and after a fantastic two weeks in Iceland in July this…

By Benjamin Jackson In 1996, time became frenetic, out-of-control, frightening. The world was balancing on a fulcrum between old and new—notepads giving way to networks,…

By Michelle Lawson It was 1971 in a nightclub somewhere near Gdynia in Poland. Men held me close as we danced to Je t’aime, an…

By Suzanne Kamata The first cannonball shot of the American Civil War may have been fired from Fort Sumter in Charleston, South Carolina, but the…

By Jaclyn Tilks If you’re just beginning your holiday shopping or simply need a few extra items to finish off the list, check out this…

By Kim Adler “Man is born to die, his works are short-lived. Buildings crumble, monuments decay, wealth vanishes. But Katahdin in all its glory, forever…

 by Laima Vince Having reached an age where I am no longer needed by anyone, I am free to take to the open road.  I…

By Judy Dercksen Chekhov’s travels as a young doctor led him to Sakhalin. His description should have put me off any idea of visiting the…