How to be a Parasite

How to be a Parasite

Study English and Migrate/Migrate and Study English A parasite is by its very nature a wanderer, an alien, a migrant – a creature who does…

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Chitarroni and Chatwin in Patagonia

Chitarroni and Chatwin in Patagonia

Author: Luis Chitarroni Title: From Siluetas/Silhouettes  (La Bestia Equilátera, 2012) Language:  Spanish (Argentina)  Excerpt Length: Approx. 1,300 Words Translator: Allison A. deFreeseRights Holder: Luis Chitarroni,…

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Facing Zhang Fei: Hero or Villain or Man

Facing Zhang Fei: Hero or Villain or Man

I’m the only foreigner on a bus from Chengdu to Langzhong Ancient Town, over three hours away north-east. A middle-aged lady, Wu Yahua, is next…

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The Consolation of Joy Williams

The Consolation of Joy Williams

Can we incorporate and treasure and be nourished by that which we do not understand? Of course. — Joy Williams It was a fresh day…

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The Girl on the Roof

The Girl on the Roof

She arrived in Buenos Aires with the story born of her travels so fulsome in her that she felt like a woman she’d seen in…

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One Year, One Hundred Years

One Year, One Hundred Years

Imagine entering an apartment building that is outwardly non-descript, concrete, post-modern; it rises shadowing a mosque next door.  Imagine the muezzin’s call to prayer is…

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The Reincarnated One

The Reincarnated One

1956 was an especially poor monsoon year, the drought which had gripped our region intermittently over the past few years was now starting to take…

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Lost and found

Lost and found

The old book’s cloth cover had turned gray. A friend, who knows my passion for Eastern poetry, had just given it to me as a…

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Arcs of Memory

Arcs of Memory

I No one in Bodhi’s village had expected an ascent of the Mount Everest. It alarmed his mother. Men had trespassed on an abode of…

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Remarkable Fall

Remarkable Fall

On an otherwise ordinary autumn day, I killed a three-year-old boy. One might think that the air held some hint of warning, but it didn’t—just…

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To The Horizon

To The Horizon

The wind blows the dust and dry dirt across the plains, ceaselessly lifting it from the earth only to set it down again elsewhere. The…

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