“At Nowhere Lake, all was abandoned as if in midsentence.” Today’s #EssaySaturday USA is “Nowhere Lake” by Anita Kestin. Continue Reading Nowhere Lake
a revolution which started with stage effects turned into a reality and this balcony scene was the final act in Romania’s love affair with socialism. Our president would not live ...
From the Coleen River, my dog Will and I hike farther into the bowels of the wilderness. Immediately, we enter ten-foot tall riparian brush and spend thirty minutes trying to ...
It was that night, technically the next day but only moments into it when the bluebottle disturbed my sleep, knocking its clumsy wings and sets of eyes against my window. ...
Novelists are caught in a double bind. The novel is a sprawling expanse that offers us the scope for detailed excavation and explanation. Continue Reading Let It Go
After dinner, we headed home, oblivious that Miami in general, but 79th Street and Biscayne Boulevard in particular, had gone up in flames. Continue Reading A Tale of ...
That’s where we come in, we’re watching through the writer, seeing them as freaks because that’s how they’re portrayed. Continue Reading The Freaks Live in Suburbia
It is fashionable to rediscover brilliant but unrecognized records. Perhaps it’s an appeal to the notion that good work should be acknowledged — that wrongs are righted by belated praise. ...
When I was traveling I made no commitments: never booked a hostel until I got there, only paid for one night in case I wanted to leave, and said thanks ...
To get under a word’s skin is sheer joy. To tap into the incredible power of language to shape a story is a grand adventure. Continue Reading Why ...
Last winter I was homeless. Temporarily, still full of uncertainty and ill at ease. It’s not fun, at no age, under no condition. I remember sitting in the cold early ...
I used to try to recreate the particulars of that day in my mind. Here’s what I’ve been told: my mother in the hospital, alone. My grandparents waiting in the ...
I dangle like a rag doll and thrash to reach my trapped foot. I suck water down my throat and try not to lose consciousness, but I’m not quite strong ...
You’ll see us around town. Staring intently into screens, passably dressed, tipping fairly well to counter-balance our loitering. Continue Reading Diary of a Laptop Hobo: Scranton, PA
