by Jeff Gibson | Sep 1, 2016 | North America, Stories, USA
When I decided to accept a new position at the University of North Dakota, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I packed up my U-Haul and moved from Michigan to the Great Plains. After driving across the Midwest, things began to get flat. Really flat. The...
by Cara Clatanoff | Aug 11, 2016 | Peru, Poetry, South America
A poem in Quechua and Spanish reflecting on time in Cusco, Peru. Style inspired by poetry in Pink Reef by Robert Fernandez. ñañay, noqa yana kashani, una pequeña estrella brillante con el guiño de la noche, guiño de la noche de la pequeña estrella...
by Greg Donohoe | Jul 28, 2016 | Colombia, South America, Stories
In September 2015 I spent two weeks in Cali, Colombia, on a Fulbright-sponsored project, visiting the Universidad del Valle (University of the Valley). Nicknamed Univalle, the university is named for the Cauca River Valley in the western part of the country. The...
by Juan Manuel Muñoz | Jul 6, 2016 | North America, Puerto Rico, Stories
There are a great many things you should do and try in Puerto Rico that I really recommend as once in a lifetime experiences. To mention a few examples; night kayaking in to the bioluminescent bay in the Cabezas de San Juan, near Fajardo, where the water glows blue...
by Sarah Durrance | Jul 6, 2016 | North America, Poetry, USA
You expect the sand to be forgiving, but it will claim all of you, everything you have while your mind is fixed on the incandescent glow of the horizon. You expect the clouds to be protecting, the shade on your shoulders burns deeper than the sun’s hues. but the...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 17, 2016 | Peru, South America, Stories
October 28, 2015 Today I climbed Machu Picchu Mountain. Yesterday I drank about seven hundred gallons of chilcanos and made out with a Colombian. We had a fine time, but today I was glad to be left alone to wander. The romanticized vision I had of experiencing the...
by David Poole | Jun 16, 2016 | Guatemala, South America, Stories
At most any time of the week, the plaza at the center of the town of Antigua, Guatemala would have been abuzz with activity. How many times over the several days since arriving had I been approached by shoe-shine boys begging to polish my shoes (in spite of the fact...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 15, 2016 | Africa, Stories
July 27, 2014 On the ferry ride over to Robben Island, I rejoiced in the good weather. The boat climbed and summited the swells, launching us into each trough with a burst of exciting, frothy sea. I clamored to the edge, as close to the water – and its amatuer mosaic...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 15, 2016 | North America, Stories, USA
Last week I quit my job in the Senate to become a writer. I left Washington – dumped my things in a storage unit – and now I live in a backpack and am in Chicago. I’m attending a lecture at Northwestern, learning about May 27, 1977 in Angola, and I am considering...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Europe, Poetry, Turkey
In Istanbul, the owner of the pashmina shop said, “The body is like a gift between husband and wife.” He said the burqa, the hijab, were like human wrapping paper. I take scarves from the shelf, unfold and refold some, drape the red one over my head, align the...
