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BH.net: and late summer travelers

When is a better time to set pen to paper (or fingers to keypad) than the wiling days of August and September? But don't be deceived; our authors are not rendered passive by late summer sun.

1. Lori C. Brown reminds us of reasons to open our hearts:
I have just experienced an angel, in her own right; reminds me that people are still good. They still have the drive to want to help people, and have compassion towards all.
Read "Being in the Moment: Unpredicted Call" >>

2. And, to open our eyes and ears to the possibilities that await us:
The air smells of dark chocolate and honeydew, accompanied by the seconds of breeze that smells of espressos and cigarettes. My physical body is positioned elegantly, my fingers press on the handle of my coffee cup, and before I take a sip I stare down at my cappuccino's foam; realizing the barista has created the pattern of a sun... it will be a good day.
Read "Being in the Moment: Florence Café" >>

3. A chaser of moments, it is no surprise that Brown is a poet of such precise and complex images:
Times of a table click in moments
Black décor bumbles in lineage
Beams of lime smoke from a tube and the iridescent blues dress the room in sections
I am allured by fusions in a box
Read "Random Nights" >>

4. In fact, her prose and poetry are sometimes impossible to distinguish:
Days are getting warmer on the island, and peace seems to be in the wind.
The island is inspirational, and so are the people in it.
I learn something new everyday.
... I find something new everyday.
And I feel something new everyday.
Read "Everyday" >>

5. Corinne Conover takes us on an abstract stroll through Spanish history and photography, (coincidentally?) echoing many of Brown's themes:
I thought about several angles that I could harp on when introducing my version of Spain in only one week's time to a reader. Any reader. One was a historical factor of the Spanish Civil War and how the first female photojournalist, by the name of Gorda, tapped into the sensationalism of warfare on the battlefield of Spain in 1937. She captured this tragic time alongside her partner on and off camera, Mr. Capa. They were a dynamic duo that went into the trenches of war unarmed, only with film and a tripod.
Read "Life on a Wire" >>

6. New Yorker and resident border hopper (oh we love oxymorons!), Farrah Sarafa winds down her recent batch of poetry bonbons with City-centric words, such as:
Projects in black, monsters release back
toxic fumes
That moved love to become
in the first place
Read "Inferno in Harlem" >>

7. Freedom and Mobility in NYC:
Constrained—functioning within frames
of geographical limits and
other’s ideology for so long
I am now free
Read "Freedom and Mobility in NYC" >>

8. One of several new writers* in our midst, Noel Shafi elegantly mingles mind and body in Aruban waters:
Strolling through glossy white sand with silver plated shells and stones
Floating in gentle waves and translucent waters with a placid mind
Submerged in oceanic therapy-soothingly permeating pores and stimulating
Read "Aruba" >>

9. Second of several new writers*, presenting the introspective Jess Gill:
I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin.

I could write about the mosquito bites tracing a trail along the side of my right leg, verbose in its catalog of places I've traveled.
Read "This is Thailand" >>

10. ...who, we understand, is not only well-traveled, but romantic and spontaneous:
He bowed his head lightly, before moving closer to me on the dance floor, holding a beer in one hand. I forgot I was in four inch heels, had a sprained foot, and wore a tight dress that I would normally never wear out in daylight. The lights rotated, and we simply shuffled from side to side, my hips swaying more than his.
Read "A night in Paris" >>

*Stay tuned for news regarding our other new authors.

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