Dreamers Rise

Celia Thaxter: Boone Island is the forlornest place that can be imagined. The Isles of Shoals, barren as they are, seem like Gardens of Ed...

Brad Fox, paraphrasing William Beebe's "final, disorganized notes on marine subjects," here describing the fate of shipwrec...

One summer evening about twenty years ago I left work at rush hour and joined a line of backed-up traffic using the on-ramp to merge onto th...

Sir James George Frazer: Not only among the Celts but throughout Europe, Hallowe’en, the night which marks the transition from autumn to...

Charles Dickens: The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every one of th...

Charles Morgan: In each instant of their lives men die to that instant. It is not time that passes away from them, but they who recede from...

Luc Sante: The occult forces in the city are always at work, indifferent to rationality, scornful of politics, resentful of urban planning...

Glenway Wescott: "There were two albums of embossed leather studded with buttons which resembled shoe buttons, and one with cellulo...

Glenway Wescott: "There was a shell on the sideboard, a conch shell in the shape of a horn, which, when held to the ear, repeated the ...

Satori Ediciones in Spain has published its second collection of translations into Spanish of the Japanese writer Izumi Kyōka (1873-1939)...

Above is one of a series of brief animated shorts entitled Legendy Staré Prahy . This one is called "O neviňátkách z židovského hř...

There was something going on in the park but whatever it was she wasn't in the mood. She walked slowly around the square, barely glancin...

It will be dawn soon. The first light of morning will drift down through the lattice of glass and steel above my head, and as it does the sh...

It's been raining since morning and the wind has been driving drops like shotgun pellets against the windows of my room for hours. Outsi...

The man steps from the doorway, hands deep in the pockets of his worn gray coat, and passes into the crowd unnoticed, flowing through the th...

It's been raining since morning. The day broke gray and cold, and the overnight mist off the lake, instead of burning off quickly as the...

The weekend after the burial the relatives came with a van and carted off what they wanted, the things that still had some use in them. They...

Homage to Koizumi Yakumo Many years ago, and very many miles from here, there lived a young woman, the daughter of a powerful daimyo. When ...

Homage to Koizumi Yakumo The old woman was sweeping the dust out of her doorway when she caught sight of the traveler approaching along the ...