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And Dil Came Tumbling After
“You go ahead,” he said. That at least is what he meant when he made that familiar gesture—a quick, upward-turned ruffling of the air before...
Sachunterricht
Growing up on two acres next to a lake in upstate New York, I spent many hours outside. Pretending there was quicksand in the reeds,...
On Parties Gone Wrong
Our world was shaped by WWII. The conflict, which spanned the globe, and the order that came after it, shaped the way we now think...
What Would He Have Said?
To Pay Our Respects. As we stand at the gates of the Mauthausen concentration camp, more than at any other time previously, I feel acutely...
Marrakech’s Medina: “A Simple Path of Reading”
When I travelled to Marrakech a year ago, I never imagined that I would return. Yet, back in New York City, something about the Marrakshi...
Loneliness in Rio
Above Copacabana Beach, in the coworking space, with its anaemic air-conditioning and the emerald Atlantic pulsing under sunlight past the window, expat bros dropped code...
A Meditation on Japanese Gardens
Perfectly trimmed pines, cherry blossom petals meticulously swept from beds of moss, frolicking forbidden: public gardens in Japan got me thinking. What do our gardens...
A Screaming Man Is Not a Dancing Bear
Today in 2023 I am in a rowboat, floating quietly down a tributary of the Mekong River Delta. The stalks and green foliage of water...
Three Steps Away
You cannot recline on that bench. A gently arching backrest would have been nice but the bench is attached to a wall. Its legs, made...
Staring Down the Language Barrier
The first language I heard was Arabic. I am sure of it although I don’t actually remember. I do know the endearments toward babies, ill...
Through the Gates of My Ancestral Island
Approaching the Azores from the air seems unnatural, for descending upon them in such a way, a bird’s eye view, if you will, removes the...
Per Castra Ad Astra
Early pandemic, 2020. The sun rises in Santa Fe around six in July. I wake up to seventy-degree air, which feels merciful after having spent...
I Sing of Rivers (for ẹlẹ́yẹlé and Asejìrẹ́)
River does not discriminate; I fetch the breath of ẹlẹ́yẹlé into my palms, offer it a Haven in the corner of a slave’s mouth. It’s...
The Idiom
Swirling a glass of wine at the bar, I silently rehearse the question du jour for my bartender-friend, Réjean, on my final night in Rouen....
The Space In Their Lives I Had Left Behind
“… you remained misunderstood because you could not speak the language well enough. One learned to accept the frustration of not being able to express...
Eulsuko Island
My migratory path to the Nakdong River began on a peninsula well over five thousand miles to the east roughly hewn to the same latitude....
Raqib
In my hands, Alice Munro’s short story collection Dear Life. Saudia’s flight to Dammam from Riyadh is delayed. We sit next to each other. You...
Haqq
Tonight, we would not cross the King Fahad causeway. Despite dreadfully wanting to see the film in a movie house, I knew Lars von Trier’s...
Hamid
Like a dead cat, I lay in bed. Facing the broken air-conditioning on the other side of the room. The temperature here, in Saudi, plummets...
Fertile Land (ბარაქიანი მიწა): A Symphony in Six Parts
To the luminous memory of Georgia’s great writer, Otar Chkheidze, who gave us, along with other masterpieces, the translation of The Waste Land by T.S.Eliot.
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