Reconciling With Dubai

Maryam Wissam al Dabbagh writes about what it means to be from Dubai, and ponders the paradox of exile.  Do you remember how Dubai was? It’s a question I am often asked when the other person finds out that I was born and raised in this city. I cannot answer this question, like many others… Read more »

Between Judgment And Spontaneity

Aging literary scholar, Mark Edmundson reflects on his final days on the basketball court. “Many activities that we pursue with particular fervor,” he notes,  “are attempts to make time go away, to let us live in a pure present.”  Edmunson finds in the art of writing and the art of sport a deeper awareness of… Read more »

The House Allows One to Dream in Peace

“A house protects the dreamer,” writes Gaston Bachelard. Drawing on this idea, Sandell Morse recounts her travels to a house that protected Jews during the war, woven with her own memories of the yellow stucco house she grew up in. “Toute le monde, everyone, knew it was a Jewish house,” Monsieur Le Hech said, leading me out… Read more »

Night Cycling

Jalina Mhyana on the pleasures of  falling off a bike. “We followed a path toward the river, surprised by an abandoned cement bunker from WWII. Anyone could be living in there, hiding in there. I sped up past its black windows and rode blind over a fallen tree, lurched, and landed in a bed of stinging nettles with my… Read more »

Brian Blanchfield: On Tumbleweed

Blanchfield considers the place where tumbleweeds and visiting poets meet @ Guernica. Yesterday, a tumbleweed blew right up to my driver’s side door, at a stoplight, here in Tucson. Simpson westbound, turning onto the highway frontage road north. I was alone at the light. Two hours prior, a hard decision, I turned down the offer… Read more »