Categoría: essay
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I am still alive… by John Coyote
I am still alive… She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy woman and I asked her. I am lost and do not know what I need. Once I…
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Miriam Celeste Pedro Rodríguez Miranda (Translated by Edward Ortiz)
Today, I’m sharing another poem by my grandfather-in-law, Pedro Rodríguez Miranda. The poem, Miriam Celeste, was dedicated to his only daughter. The name has a divine connotation, as you will see in the poem. Miriam is of Hebrew origin and is believed—among other meanings—to signify “beloved.” Celeste comes from the Latin Caelestis, meaning “heavenly” or “celestial.”…
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Humane touch by Susana Cabaço
How much peace there is in the thought of having nothing to prove and nothing to achieve? Are you able to touch your endless depository of calm just by considering it? Society teaches doing, getting, and accomplishing as if your life in particular and life as a whole depend imperatively…
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WRITING IN TRYING TIMES by Caroline Donahue
This week has been one of the strangest I have experienced in my life, and I am sure that this has been the case for you as well. For the first time in our lives, we are experiencing something all together, regardless of nationality or location. In the past, there…
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Chasing Immortality: A Philosophical and Political Reflection by Edward Ortiz
“While you live, while you may, become good.” – Marcus Aurelius It seems that the subject of immortality has entered my world over the past couple of months. First, I watched a Netflix documentary, Don’t Die: The Man Who Wants to Live Forever, which narrates the bizarre experiment that Bryan…
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Martial Law Implemented in the Neighboring Country by C J Anderson-Wu
First, the tourists disappear from the shopping areas, their nasal-sounding language no longer heard. Second, the travelers are missing from the Airbnbs that once accommodated them, their cheerful laughter no longer lingering at night. Third, the soap operas that allowed us to cry with our beloved actors are no longer…
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A Review of Snigdha Agrawal’s “Fragments of Time (Memoirs)” by Barbara Leonhard
Fragments of Time: Memoirs (Notion Press, February 11, 2025) is an inspiring legacy of one person’s life of legends. In her memoir, Snigdha Agrawal weaves us into her art as though we are threads in the tapestry of her being. The “fragments” (memories) from her birth to her senior years…
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Distraction-less by Susana Cabaço
How easy it is to get distracted these days?! Even if your intentions are clear and elevated and your focus is sharp, there is always a chance of getting out of your inner alignment and individual path to wander in the quite often superficial and pointless fields of the contemporary…
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Letter from Istanbul By John RC Potter
Note: This essay was originally published by The Montreal Review. “Allahu akbar!” The repeated Arabic call to prayer issued by the nearby mosque (‘cami’ in Turkish, ‘masjid’ in Arabic) is the first sound I hear early each pre-dawn morning. The modern mecca of Istanbul has been known historically as Byzantium,…
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First Day of the Rest by Christina Chin & Michael Hough (Nun ProphetPress)Reviewed by Taofeek Ayeyemi
The beauty of Japanese poetry forms lies in both their strictness in form andflexibility in substance. There is renku, which split up to allowing individualhokku (which became haiku). Then haiku led to haiku sequence, haiga (which ishaiku scribbled on a photo or image), and haibun (haiku accompanying a prosepoetry). And…
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CATCH AS CATCH CAN by Robert Beveridge
Two boys, four or five years old,standing about six feet apart,are playing catch on a sunny lawnwith a large black-and-white cat. They are tossing the cat carefullyback and forth, staggering underits weight, but they catch itevery time. Its heavy body dangleslimp, relaxed and purring. Any kind of love, no matter…
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Leandro Feal, the Ninja Photographer
By KATHERINE PERZANT (https://nocountrymagazine.com) I I can hear the small stones falling because I am behind, they sound like the agitated tail of a rattlesnake… In blue jeans and a farmer’s shirt, the Cuban photographer Leandro Feal is climbing a staircase. The steps, though made of concrete, give way under…
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Dear Jacksonville by JENNY SANCHEZ & MARTHA LUISA HERNÁNDEZ CADENAS
I don’t know you, and I won’t ever get to know you, but you have piqued my absolute interest. I can only imagine your climate, even though I can visit the “Official Travel Website for Jacksonville FL.” My sweat is dripping as I write, and my imagination clings to rituals…
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DEATH OR A CHANCE TO LOVE: She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath [408:1]
Image: A poem by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Immediately she left the sea for the mountains. Where the swamps were muddy and dark, she clandestinely slips in like a snake slips through the thickets. She licked her wrists as soon as she caught her breath. Her wrists turned into a…
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Eternalness by Susana Cabaço
The moment you realize and accept your eternalness, you start to experience life from a totally different level. Your expanded self-perception takes you far beyond the limitations of physicality. The lens of timelessness not only relativizes different aspects of your earthly experience but also enables you to see many distorted…
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Laura Capote Mercadal: the “Wefts” of an “Intersectional Feminist Photographer”
by CARLA GLORIA COLOMÉ by Nocountrymagazine It was a Colas brand camera, white, disposable, and with a single roll of film the first device through which the photographer Laura Capote Mercadal (Havana, 1991) looked at the world with curiosity. It had been given to her mother as a gift by…
