Red Room Where the Writers Are

Here's a poem, maybe not a "good" one, but right now that doesn't matter: 

There's no easy way to say this...

(but you don't matter anymore,

In his second trip to Brazil in the 16th century, German soldier and mariner Hans Staden was held captive by the Tupinambá tribe.

After the divorce went through--the papers signed and sealed by judge and court--I started the process of becoming myself again, and I mean only in terms of paper.  I can't tell you how many times

God (or whoever, whatever you are), give me a bit of arrogance necessary for keeping up being what I am, not "at my best" but "as I am", and be proud of it.

, yes, the biggest fear there is for an average teenager and pretty much an average adult too, and pretty strong for somebody like me.

No, no, I´m not talking about haunted houses. I´m referring to what author Alain de Botton says in his book The architecture of happiness.

 When I was young, I thought everyone was bi, and that anyone who said otherwise was lying, either to thems

With Hispanic Heritage Month upon us (Sept

With all its disparate cultural facets, could Turkey be a model for integration for today's hybrid identity individuals?