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Self-Portrait Abroad

Sitting with Professor H. in one corner of the covered café terrace opposite the main entrance to the Nara train station, we kept our eyes peeled for the three people… More

Walla Walla IMU

The bread is moving. A small piece broken off of what was pushed through the narrow cuffport to me earlier that morning. A horde of tiny red ants have… More

PEN Appeal: Clodomiro Castilla Ospina

April 1, 2010 President of the Republic Álvaro Uribe Vélez Presidente de la República Palacio de Nariño, Carrera 8 No.7-2 Bogotá, Colombia Fax: +57 1 337 5890/ +57 1 342 0592 Minister of the Interior and… More

Gasoline

Since neither of them feels like going to a restaurant, as soon as Hug arrives Heribert begins to prepare the shrimp. Now, sitting face to face, across a table set… More

Fado

MemoryI remember many places and events. Some of them remain in my memory like characters from a play, frozen. A slight effort is all that’s needed to bring them… More

PEN Appeal: Emadeddin Baghi

April 8, 2010 Ayatollah Sayed 'Ali Khamenei Supreme Leader of the Islamic Republic The Office of the Supreme Leader Islamic Republic Street – Shahid Keshvar Doust Street Tehran Islamic Republic of Iran Ayatollah Mahmoud Hashemi Shahroudi Head… More

Lessons

Well, I originally contemplated about trying to sugarcoat what I had to say; but in the end, I arrived to the conclusion that it was best to not mince… More

Terremoto

We had to put my husband in an asylum. My daughter corrects me whenever I use this word; it’s a psychiatric clinic, Mother, she says. According to my daughter… More

Heartbreak Tango

FIRST EPISODEThe shadows on the dance floor,this tango brings sad memories to mind,let us dance and think no morewhile my satin dress has a chanceto shine like a tear… More

Brother’s Peeper

It began with a collect phone call, a crosscountry Greyhound ride, and a one-meal-a-day budget. Jeffery Digger got off at night, picking his teeth with a ticket stub. Nobody… More