Category: Nonfiction

| By Theodora Goss

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

The Fin-de-Siècle Monster

London is a time-machine.  As you walk through the city, you move through different eras: there is the house where Dickens lived, the hospital where Keats received his medical training, Shakespeare’s theater.  You experience all the Londons that have existed, superimposed as in a palimpsest.   I was in London to research a particular time: …

| By Rosanna Staffa

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

Lacrima Rerum

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| By Helen Betya Rubinstein

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

In Kishinev

In Kishinev two boys came from the hotel to pick us up. They held out a sign with our names on it, nodded privyet, and walked us to a sporty red Fiat. Inside, the familiar rumble of ignition, then a blast of club music that got turned down. From our spot low to the ground …

| By Danniel Schoonebeek

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

C’est la guerre

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| By Richard Kostelanetz

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

A Life in New York City

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| By Maya Weeks

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

The Possibilities Are Endless

I invite you to join the five and a half million people, including those in Greenland and the Faroe Islands, who speak Danish. It’s not that complicated—you don’t even have to conjugate verbs according to person, let alone gender—but it can be difficult to learn since the ethnic Danish population doesn’t expect foreigners to learn …

, | By Brenna Kischuk

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

Picture City

48 miles northwest In January of 2005 a mudslide covered the beachside town of La Conchita. Known as punta until 1925, it was founded in the late 19th century by men working on the South Pacific Railroad. The landslide destroyed thirty-six of one hundred sixty homes. Ten people died. The railroad still a vein running …

, | By Aaron Gilbreath

[ Issue Issue #3 ]

At the Jazz Kissa

Like the cramped sushi bar I found in Kyoto packed with friendly businessmen and laughing smokers, and the independent Tokyo record store I found filled with collectible blues and jazz, I stumbled on Jazz In Rokudenashi by accident. It was a jazu kissa on a brick side street in Kyoto’s historic Gion-Shijō district. Jazu kissa …

| By Kastalia Medrano

[ Issue Issue #2 ]

The Monster

When I was a child, there was a monster under my bed. It was there when I was born, and when I was old enough to move from my mom’s bedroom to my own it moved in with me. I thought sometimes that together we took up too much room, but neither of us wanted …

| By Kastalia Medrano

[ Issue Issue #4 ]

The Momentary Town

A desert, by definition, is an inherently vacuous thing. It is characterized by absence, so much so that we even have a word for the fantastical and almost certainly not-real images it drives us to see. Had you gotten hypothetically lost for a few days in the South African desert of Tankwa Karoo, the extreme …