The Land of the Rising Sun is also the Land of Many Faces. Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 04. Faces
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Read part one of this series here. Due to the back-and-forth nature of our trip, we gave ourselves only two days in Tokyo before we were scheduled to leave it. ...
In the first of his column for Litro, debut author Polis Loui Continue Reading Chasing Sakura: 01. Occidentals
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Meghan Beller overcomes her loyalty to the paper book to review the latest tablet offering from Nook. Continue Reading Books4Lyfe! (…but the new Nook HD tablet is cool, ...
One. I’m in a yellow highchair, the same color as the sculpted carpet. In front of me is a cake, frosted to look like flower petals. I don’t yet understand ...
‘That’s what girls with powerful fathers do.’ A slave for ever dilutes with dignity the fiction of love. The truth of this is spectacular. That even the mechanism of nature ...
The night A.W. thought he won the megabucks he flicked on a small lamp in the corner of the room and rushed a Yuengling from the fridge. After a clack, ...
Before we even left port I found that both of the drawers underneath my bunk were filled with jars of pickled herring. Later, while I was watching the sun dip ...
So I thought I’d cheer her up, take her mind off things, you know, lighten up the old load, no more ‘n that. I’m good at it, see, making people ...
Franklin had left Jersey City during the real estate boom. They sold their house, he and his Brazilian wife, and with the profit, built a small house on land her ...
My first cousin Daniel liked to sleep with his penis between my thighs when we shared his mother’s bed while she worked a graveyard shift in the local hospital. I ...
“Quarter cherry lips,” the shopkeeper says. “Fifty-seven pence.” Henry looks at the tall jar of sweets. Then he looks at the pile of sweets in the scales on the counter ...
Setting out from his home somewhere in the south of England, Anton the Destroyer boards a ferry to France. His face is a mess, due to a fight he was ...
The February evening is sharp as I step out of the hotel. A walk through the cobbled streets of Rouen clears my head and brings the blood pumping back into ...
I am a stinking drunk, old, dissolute, grizzled, unkempt; a writer. Like so many other decrepit desperadoes in search of their long-lost orgasm, the bars and strip clubs of North ...
Haight Street smells like bong residue left on a beer-soaked couch overnight. The smoke from sandalwood incense wafting out of the Liquor and Vitamin store adds to the reek. Me ...
Nick felt a fierce surge of joy as he struck the match. He cupped his hand to shield the sudden flare, the hot tang of phosphorus strong in the cool ...
I grew up duck hunting. Which I never really liked because you had to wake up at some obscene hour, wade through a freezing swamp and sit in a dark ...
It took the combined efforts of Rich and MacPherson’s maid to pour the little man into his clothing. They shuffled him out the door braced between them. The windows were ...
Nick drives the green-and-gold Gennaro Financial Recovery Chevy to the levee but, it being August, the levee is dry. The moment the name and address came in, Nick said he’d ...