Author: Ben East
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First Night Africa
the dancers moved us to the center of a great circle, surrounded us singing and shouting and dancing, a lump forming in my throat
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Without a Country
Just that morning, without a visa, I’d talked my way across the border. A little patience, a little humility, small Kwacha, and Dunhill cigarettes solved the visa problem.
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Around the World & Right Here
I would visit corners of this strange land not unlike my hometown: unknown and invisible to the world, no place of pride on any map, unsung in the guide books. Places nobody came from and nobody went to. Corn farms. Tobacco farms.
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Groundhog Day All Year
As I think of the potential substitutes, two women who bring Indian, African, and Jamaican descent into the picture, it occurs to me that American presidential campaigns have always been a sort of groundhog day event.
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Travel Writing on Kingdoms
All travel writing is essentially the same. The essence shifts away from plot and in favor of setting.
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Slip Slidin’ Away
Sometimes it feels like it’s all just slip-sliding-away.
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The Artificial Joy of Men in Tights
“You get a big delight in every bite!”
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