Hannah, we care about you and the memories you share here. We thought you’d like to look back on this photo of you from exactly five years ago today. ...
Now I am standing before this timelessly powerful monument, breathing the cold air in awe, remembering the House of David and the crusades, thinking that this is the source, this ...
In the end, perhaps it is these mementoes and relics, the ones that exist only to be bought and burnt up, that tell us the most about what we value. ...
I can deal with the snoring. The problem is that we bought a house. Buying a sweater is hard enough Continue Reading Buyer’s Remorse
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With every cell of my body feeling like I don’t belong here any more and will never ever want to, I heard every graffiti letter, every foul corner, every turnstile ...
One beer down, but more drunk on the charming bookstore I’m sitting in, this stark difference between a world long gone (Lisbon in the 1930s) and a world very much ...
Our weed shop is located beside the local hospital. One might think that would be a good match since cannabis products promote health and healing too, but you can’t have ...
So this is East Germany, 1972. We scramble for our passports, watching passengers exit under machine guns aimed at our train from atop nineteenth-century iron catwalks arching above the tracks. ...
It’s always one of two nightmares: I’m either trapped in a room with a many-faced man, or he’s chasing me into the street outside my childhood home. ...
The cop climbs in the back seat and introduces himself, Naim. Like many Afghans he has just one name. Continue Reading Methods of Escape
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“I’m tired of talking about race,” a white male friend said to me. “We’re all equal, we all get the same opportunities; we all got the same rights now.” ...
Did I want to find out? When my sister was killed, it broke my family – both its individual members and the larger whole. Continue Reading The ...
“Until you can show me a system that’s gonna yield more results and more personal wealth and more freedom than capitalism, that’s it baby!” Continue Reading Down the ...
You’ll drive around the roads of your hometown with their quaint names like River and Church, long black streets with a yellow middle pulling you in and spitting you out ...
I don’t remember the kid’s name; the only impression he made on me was his face: scabbed over, crusted with dried blood all across his chin. Continue ...
We had, however, not experienced a moment’s error in Japan’s transport schedules – so far. Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 10. School
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“Η καρδιά. Yi kardiá. Heart.”
“Η βάρκα. Yi várka. Boat.”
“Η χώρα. Yi hóra. Country.” Continue Reading How are you fine thank you
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Forgive them, for they like their women dead Continue Reading Ode to our open-minded, modern young men
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What, a friend who came to visit me asked, is a writing group?
It’s just like a barn, I said. Horses. Continue Reading A Writing Group, and Horses
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A gay man myself, I couldn’t help watching these two twenty-something guys as they walked past hand-in-hand. Continue Reading Men holding hands in public
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