by ryan sparks Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence. ‘Alice Walker Franklin Street Noise’What is it? Where is it? Who’s making all this racket? I’m driving down Western Blvd. in Raleigh, but at an ethereal intersection I...
by Gabriella Herkert The world has been a pretty confusing place in the last year. Wars and recession. Weapons of mass destruction and SARS. Pretty much everything after the World Trade Towers fell has seemed big and dark and scary. Now it’s time to elect a...
by Jennifer Spiegelwords words words books There’s something about the bar that reminds me of Texas. We arrive in Graskop, a quaint town in the Eastern Transvaal. Little shops and a place to get pancakes are the main attractions. We look at art galleries during...
by Jennifer Spiegel mosquito net chocolate Hluhluwe I’m the girl who gets the guy. We fall asleep. His body against mine in a way that suggests an accident in positioning. We arrive at Kruger National Park, the premiere game park in South Africa. The ‘Big...
by Jennifer Spiegelshag fuck Bourke’s Luck I sit between Nick and Ingrid in a Range Rover. Dylan sits with the Swazi game park ranger in front, the Germans are in back, and we’re in the middle. Jens, a quiet man, is wearing a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and...
by Jennifer SpiegelZachary picks me up from campus to go hiking. Over my office desk, I’ve written the definition of apocalypse: good overcomes evil, often with violence. He stares at it, doesn’t say anything. ‘Did you get food?’ He looks away...
