An Impromptu Stop at the Edge of the World, Finisterre: Memory, Momentum & The Mystic
By Liz Gallagher Memory’s Unruly Nature Deborah Levy’s quote on memory struck a chord in me: “As much as I try to make the past keep still and mind its…
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Dispatch from the Land of the Thunder Dragon
By Dr. Ravi Shankar “Welcome to Bhutan, the happiest place on Earth,” Sonam, a fit woman in her late 20’s, greeted us in perfect inflected English. She wore a magenta…
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Finding the Lost Generation on a Stroll through Paris
By Jackson Lanzer Every day was the same. Wake up. Sit in bed. Open my laptop. Stare at a Zoom screen until my focus blurs and my mind wanders. And…
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Reflections of O’Neill
by Charlie Canning In 1987, I got a job as a tour guide at the Eugene O’Neill National Historic Site in Danville, California. Tao House was my fourth stop with…
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Aoshima 青島: Cat Island
By Amber Lee Nearing my fifth decade, I’m still uncertain if I’m driven by fear or hope, avoiding or seeking. I only know if you keep looking forward, you don’t…
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Kon-Tiki and The Surfers of Peru
by Abby Maley I gazed at my father’s extensive book collection as I finished the last of my preparations. An avid reader, adventurer, and endlessly curious soul, my father passed…
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A Wasteland of Contradictions: The California Dreams of Nathanael West
From The Literary Traveler Archive: By Jim Tejani El Centro, California lies sixty miles inside the Arizona border in Imperial County. This formidably-named milieu can pass all but unnoticed astride…
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Artistic Senses of Dido’s Carthage
By Mina Đurić The glimpse of dawn separates a thin line, which, from the plane, seems like just a handhold between Sicily and Tunisia. Today, the measures of the values…
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Leonard, Show Me the Place
by Rowan Johnson In the 1950s, Leonard Cohen often walked a long road home from Congregation Shaar Hashomayim, the synagogue where his grandfather was a rabbi. When losing his way…
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I Am Providence: The City that Made H.P. Lovecraft
by Robert Anasi I never can be tied to raw new things, For I first saw the light in an old town, Where from my window huddled roofs sloped down…
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