Life in Lebanon

Life in Lebanon

Life in Lebanon By Laila Ai-Sisssi ; The sky appeared grey before it turned black. Walls of white foam trailed me with an amplified angry roar. I swam faster until my arms felt like sandbags. On the verge of drowning, Rawyia’s voice echoed as if reverberating from the...
A Visit to Storm King Art Center

A Visit to Storm King Art Center

A Visit to Storm King Art Center By P.J. Walsh ; …before the mind intoxicateWith present objects and the busy danceOf things that pass away, a temperate showOf objects that endure.—Wordsworth I guess it started with Instagram. Not a very high-minded medium, but there...
Fate Knocked at My Door

Fate Knocked at My Door

Fate Knocked at My Door By Laila El-Sisssi ; That evening while the sun prepared to set, we followed the daily mealtime routine. Around the dining table, we settled into the seats our father had assigned. With Rawyia to my right, I sat as rigid and brittle as an old...