Emmanuel Iduma

M.C. Armstrong

The writer M.C. Armstrong was embedded with U.S. soldiers in Iraq when a military contractor divulged a secret about Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction. Questions arose: Was he credible? Did U.S. authorities know about the buried armaments? Would the public even care? And what's a writer to do with the juicy information?

Shaun Randol

Rue de Paris, Temps de Pluie (1877) by Gustave Caillebotte

[Read part one of this dispatch here.]

I had intended on discovering the literary scene in the Caribbean with only a slight side trip for the briefest of philosophy discussions, but the best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray when one encounters Frédéric Gros.

David Fogel

For more than twenty years, David Fogel has been chasing and documenting one of nature's most beautiful—and dangerous—phenomena: the tornado. Lately the field has become crowded, luring adrenaline junkies and increasing the danger for witnesses on the hunt. Isn't this supposed to be about science? About awe? Veterans like Fogel wrestle with whether to continue the chase. 

Emmanuel Iduma

The Lonely Ones (1935) by Edvard Munch

“In traditional societies, everything that made sense of the world was real; the surrounding chaos existed and was threatening, but it was threatening because it was unreal. Without a home at the center of the real, one was not only shelterless, but also lost in non-being, in unreality. Without a home everything was fragmentation…

Emmanuel Iduma

Kerem Sengun

Photo by Melanie Rainey

I board the train during the unexpected spring heat of Ankara, in anticipation of a busy itinerary for the weekend. Ankara-Istanbul-Sofia and back again the same way in two days. Riding trains, getting a stamp approved, pounding pavements, staring at unfamiliar lives lived in familiar patterns.

Michael J. Jordan

BUDAPEST, Hungary – I’d fallen out of love. This summer, I wanted so badly for that passion to reignite. No, I'm not referring to my marriage, but to the grand old city of Budapest.

Eight weeks later, I’m delighted to report: the embers still smolder. The elegant architecture. The vibrant café culture. The festive night life. Feels like 1997 again!

Arie Amaya-Akkermans

[read part V here]

For G. Maalouf

"Never seek friendship... Never permit oneself to dream of friendship... Friendship is a miracle!" -Simone Weil

Arie Amaya-Akkermans

[read part four here]

 For G. Maalouf

"But why do we loiter? The journey should be pursued. Now let us see whether we are in a sound condition, for that is the first step." -St. Augustine, "Soliloquies"