Breakfast by the Sea by Nils Peterson

Breakfast By The Sea, Santa Barbara Breakfast. Open patio. By the sea. Thinking of dreams and dreaming. Feeling absurdly blessed. I look … More

Tundra Dawn by Denise Merat

A small band of scarlet pushes up against blue dark horizon, a slow reversal – one minute less than yesterday. … More

At the next table, a single dad expounds on the Kennedy years to his daughter, the Italian half of what … More

It was April, 2002. I contemplated my impending flight to Zagreb with Croatian Airlines with a sense of foreboding. Would … More

Notes on Travel, Language, and Communication “What means draga?” I ask, with a stunning reduction of the syntax I love … More

“It looks like I am now the African and you the European” he says, arms folded over a dishevelled white … More