Henry Miller in Paris, The Mean Streets of the Tropic of Cancer
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 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 William Caverlee Today, those on retreat at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky stay in a shiny new visitors’ facility. However, in the 1970s/80s,…
by Steven Hermans I wake up. Around me birds announce the sunrise. Through the plastic of my little tent I see the outline of the…
by Audrey Medina The first rays of daylight creep across the jagged black landscape, pushing shadows back beyond the dormant volcano to the sea. The…
by Anthony Maulucci The city of San Miguel de Allende is a rock garden built into a chorus of hills and blooming with the vibrant…
Inka Piegsa-Quischotte For the first time in my life, I was on my way to Mexico. Two things had brought this trip about: a surprise…
by Sara Hodon Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald was one of the most celebrated figures of the 1920s. Along with her husband, novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald, Zelda…
by David Silon I guess I felt a sort of kinship with Philip Roth. Well, vicariously anyway, through my dad. You see he, like Mr.…
by Maria Kozyreva It was the sixth of June when the greatest Russian poet, Alexander Sergeevitch Pushkin, was born. It is on this very day…
by Lisa Piergallini Tightening the protective thickness of my long coat, I began to question whether or not coming here was a good idea. A…
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