I. John, Andrew, and I have this thing where we try to get together for dinner every so often just to check up on one another. It started as something we did in college once in a while; five years later we are still doing it. I join them for dinner at the Indian place …
The things undid in the land of undone call to us in the flames. -Lee Upton, Undid in the Land of Undone Late morning, on the first of May – when the cherry trees on Petrin Hill first bloom’d,when the statue of Man shed his shackles and was whole again, there proceeded a troupe of …
There are days when I wake up in a coffin of bookswhose pages are all empty and my pockets are full of blue pens with no ink. On those days, the libricidal fire of Hrabel’s furnacesparks and roars;one wrong step and it will swallow me up. I find myself on the Charles Bridgestaring longingly into …
As I have recently reached my twentieth year of life and have read most texts of the English literary canon – I just finished War and Peace last week – It is at this point that I feel qualified to speak frankly about the American higher-education system. And this system is fantastic. There is not …
This is a short story which is set in a fictional location realized by my good friend Robert Congdon and I back when we were in the fourth grade. I have provided a section of the original map which the Puufy Tree exists in. When the man arrived in the village and said he wanted …
If only Charlotte from A Book of Common Prayer had spent time in Lagos instead of Boca Grande. I think that she would have found it more truly “A land of contrasts” (Dideon 13). This is because of the exceptional portrait that Teju Cole paints of Nigeria, specifically Lagos, in his novel Every Day is …