By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ The poet Frank O’Hara wrote the following poem called ‘Animals’ (really about a horse who has lost his or her companion):
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it’s no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and … Read the rest
Content 12+ It’s an unusual life, being an expat. It’s not merely about learning a new language or adjusting to unfamiliar food. It’s about existing in two worlds—one you left behind, and one that still feels like it doesn’t fully accept you. It’s about navigating a life where your identity is both anchored and adrift, where your sense of belonging is stretched between a past you can’t return to and … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ Yesterday, I had the pleasure of reading Artem’s article about the relocation of his life from Russia to Hungary. To say the essay was well-written would be a tremendous understatement; the prose was exceptional. It must also have hit a nerve because I noticed that a lot of people responded. Maybe it is emblematic of the dislocated times we live in, all stuck together … Read the rest
Content 12+ It’s an unusual life we lead, those of us who’ve left our countries not by choice, but by a quiet compulsion, a sense of necessity—a feeling that there’s no longer a place for us where we started. Some might say we live in self-imposed exile, but I’d call it something else. I’d call it seeking. Not in the wandering way of a lost soul, but with a kind … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 16+ This morning, leaving lazy Poppy in bed, my Rhodesian Ridgeback Casper (Mr. Sipples) and I went down to our woodsy retreat close to our apartment. Wending our way through the brief greenery to our little path (for rainless summer will soon degrade the wild grass into brittle straw) and following it to the end, I sat in one of the plastic chairs somebody put … Read the rest
