International Writer's Magazine: Our Tenth Year -
August 2009 - Welcome
As we zoom around the bend, kicking up dust from the dirt and
gravel path, a tall edifice materializes through the foliage of
the jungle. We slam on our breaks and dismount
Nicaragua: A view
from both sides of the wire- Jeannine M. Pitas
"You dont know anything about my life," my friend
Enrique tells me.
Were sitting on the floor in the Huembes bus station,
watching the tortilla vendors amble by. I think about Enriques
words. The fact is, hes right.
Phnom Phen is hard to imagine. It is a lawless, hectic, smoggy,
people-hole and it is not the place for the fainthearted
A Step Back in Time
The Azores, Portugal consists of nine major islands. They are
actually the tops of some of the tallest mountains on the planet.
Located in the Atlantic 1500 Km from Lisbon
Lips and Earthquakes: Concert Going in Chiba, Japan -Jeffrey
it like attending a big summer music festival in Japan? One Sunday
evening in August, I got my answer
Marianne de Nazareth
We wanted a break desperately from the pollution and the stress
of living in the heart of Bangalore, - we decided to take off to
Our Native Village.
Temptation of Obama
Joe Cool Must Rally To Save Progressive Movement - Barack
Obama is, as stated more than once in this space for over a year,
the yin to Reagan's yang
I am not here to debate the merits of universal health insurance.
That is a given. I am complaining about the lunatic fringe of
society loudmouth sociopaths who are being bussed around
the country and paid cash money by insurance companies to scream
As the world continues to reel from the after-effects of macro
economics' version of Hurricane Ha-Ha, Joe Swain sifts through
the wreckage for survivors
Tracey Doxey in China
It is 4.30am, total solar eclipse day Huangshan - China. The
residents of the Bei Hai hotel have been shouting and moving outside
for over an hour to jostle with each other to catch the sunrise
The governments "Cash for Clunkers" program expired
yesterday like a Looney Tunes auto breathing its last gasp, even
as frantic buyers were still banging down the door.
Art of Timeshare
My story starts with a sailor landing on a lush Mexican beach.
He comes across a sun-bronzed Canadian cowgirl living in a palapa.
The cowgirl joins the lucky sailors crew, and in the time
it takes to down a bottle of tequila, the pair falls madly in love.
Gloom & Doom
regional government announced yesterday with great pomp and circumstance
that our city will be connected with Madrid by high-speed train
no later than the year 2015.
hadnt been here in forever. The biting wind made my eyes water
as I watched my breath drift away and disappear into the morning
air -a familiar feeling came over me while I listened to dead leaves
dance atop the asphalt. It was definitely November in Minnesota
Vaishali and Sachin
first time I met Vaishali was in Madison, where my seven classmates
and I took Tamil in preparation for our year in Madurai
have this reoccurring dream. I am always happy to have it but distinctly
unhappy to wake up and discover it wasn't real.
An old woman was squinting at the labels of yoghurts and mousses,
lifting them one by one to be examined.
She watched the woman for a moment, then walked
quietly towards her.
"Youre last day today?" she said. She looked
down to her sandwich, looked back up.
"Yeah. Bit part dies then its back to the stars I guess."
In the Shadows of the Past
He remembered the very first time he saw her, when he told himself
that she was the one. But he had been wrong about her
An African Bride
She sat, legs crossed, staring at the menu. With the corner
of her eyes, she watched Felix sip his glass of water as he looked
through the menu too.
Chapter 2: Dangerous trawling
It was Wednesday, just past 09:00 and although the weather
was cold and rainy, there were no signs of a storm within hundreds
of miles south of the Cornish coast. Mayday! Mayday! Help!
Sinking! Maruxa! Maruxa
this is captain of Maruxa! Mayday
and the Waitress
Hmm. Thinking about lilies and funerals at seven am. Not a good sign. But then shed been whoo-hooed already
so maybe it was the day for it.
It began as a simple scheme by two clerks who worked in the
State Lottery Oversight Bureau (SLOB)
Pierrino & Sandy Mascarino
Sarah, a dark haired woman in her 20s, was running down
a Hollywood back street near a major movie studio that was in
a subdued and reserved corner of the movie making community
Girl Who Played With Fire
by Stieg Larsson
Sam North review
The stress and tension it arouses in just reading it is unbearable.
An astonishing gripping Swedish Crime novel
Children by Charles Bock
Victor Manley review
There was hope in the first thirty-two pages. Hope bolstered
by false praise, and yet it falls, rather spectacularly
James Campion on Whatever Works
has continued to present a freshly consistent string of darkly funny,
thought-provoking satires on the human condition and modern society
Daughter - A Memoir of Survival in Burma and the West by Zoya
Phan with Damien Lewis
David Calleja review
survivor from the Burmese juntas war against its own people
shows that courage is displayed in multiple forms. Zoya Phans
account is a double-edged sword, reflecting fear and hope in the
fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em and
little fleas have lesser fleas ...ad infinitum - Augustus de Morgan
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