Jonathan Cardew’s collection of twelve tales, is both an honest and an ironic dive into our humanity. In the marvelous title story, this ambiguity is obvious from the first sentence: “Mum died so dad took us on a holiday to France.” The family’s grief doesn’t stop life. On the contrary, the grief demands that they keep moving and experiencing, even if it’s in a “nothing town called Lancieux, nestled into a crumbling cliff.”
During WWII, Nazi forces occupy the French capital and steal crops to feed the soldiers. Parisians invent new ways to find food and fill their stomachs. The characters of A Whale in Paris fish for salmon in the Seine at…
I'm a happy busy writer. But mindfulness is more than an emergency exit. It deserves my commitment, even when I seem to need it less.
I am grateful to the editors of Fractured Lit for publishing my story "Woman of the Hour."
Mexico City is known for its art museums and in the month I was there, I visited many. My favorite was the Frida Kahlo Museum housed in La Casa Azul.
I'm proud to present two new publications this month: a flash fiction in Wigleaf and an essay in Past Ten.
Crashing waves, frangipani, crabs, ceviches, mosquitos, sunsets, scorpions, mangoes, black volcanic sand, full moons, iguanas, hammocks, and cyclones: Mazunte has it all.