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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The Forgotten Highway
by Rowan Johnson Winding through a desolate “hinterland” of South Africa known as the Karoo and into the sandy dunes and grasslands of the Kalahari Desert, there is an ancient…
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Seeking Slowness
By Benjamin Jackson In 1996, time became frenetic, out-of-control, frightening. The world was balancing on a fulcrum between old and new—notepads giving way to networks, mail to modems, pensions to…
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From Sardinia To The Sangre De Cristo Mountains: How Travel Influenced The Writings of D.H. Lawrence
by Gina Buonaguro “Comes over one an absolute necessity to move.” If one quotation could sum up a person’s life, this opening line from the travelogue Sea and Sardinia may…
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Pablo Neruda’s Isla Negra
by Monique Filsnol “A Single Drop Lucid and Heavy.” A French admirer of Pablo Neruda visits his Isla Negra in Chile Finally, I made it to Isla Negra. “The great…
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Katahdin: “The Great Mountain” and Six Witty Wanderers
By Kim Adler “Man is born to die, his works are short-lived. Buildings crumble, monuments decay, wealth vanishes. But Katahdin in all its glory, forever shall remain the mountain of…
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I have seen Sakhalin
By Judy Dercksen Chekhov’s travels as a young doctor led him to Sakhalin. His description should have put me off any idea of visiting the Russian island: “I have seen…
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Into Denali: Not quite following in Chris McCandless’ footsteps
by Brooke Marshall It was spring in Denali, which roughly translates to a mild winter day in the Lower 48. That didn’t stop the band though – they were shredding…
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Traveling Through the Land of the Eternal Spring: A Literary Journey
By Mark D. Walker Several of my fellow writers asked why I’m so passionate about Guatemala and its people. The answer is simple: as a young man out of college,…
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Alone in Namibia with Martha Gellhorn
By Piia Mustamäki “You are alone?” The young woman’s raised left eyebrow gave away her surprise. It was Christmas Day during a pandemic and I had just driven 10 miles…
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