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Thursday, January 8, 2026: Rhys Hughes's "A Walk Along Portugal"

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  Rhys Hughes was born in Wales but has lived in many different countries. He began writing at an early age and his first book, Worming the Harpy , was published in 1995. His work has been translated into twelve languages. He is currently working on a novel and new collections of prose and verse. Until I visited the country, I assumed that Portugal was a Mediterranean land lapped by a gentle sea. The truth, of course, is that its coastline is wholly Atlantic and bashed rather than caressed. My first trip there changed certain of my perspectives in various ways on sundry matters, including custard tarts, dried cod and the wisdom of paving streets with flat stone fragments in a mosaic pattern (pretty but also more slippery in the rain). Primarily, however, I won a respect for the sea that was quite different to the respect I already had inside me for that seemingly limitless expanse of blue. For the first time in my life I became aware that swimming in the sea on a perfectly fine day...

Thursday, December 25, 2025: Diana Rosen's "Remember That Time in LA?"

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Diana Rosen writes poems, essays & flash (nonfiction & fiction, but she won't tell you which is made up and which might very well be real.)  She lives and writes in the land of stars, Los Angeles, where her backyard is the country’s largest urban green space, Griffith Park, whose mammoth observatory telescope can show you the real sparklers. Her work appears in journals published in the U.S., Canada, Australia, India & the U.K. To read more of her work, please visit www.authory.com/dianarosen Remember That Time in LA? Remember when Johnny Mathis greeted me like a long-lost friend at a Hollywood party chattering away for a few minutes before he saw someone else he thought he knew? It made me think of him entertaining at The Twin Coaches, that Pittsburgh-area nightclub, my first grown-up venue, seated so close to the stage I can tell you every detail of his black patent leather shoes, how his nostrils flared out when he hit the high notes, how he threw his head back, stre...