#94616965 / gettyimages.com The Nobel Prize winning Colombian writer, Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away on 17th April, 2014. Through his One Hundred Years of Solitude,…
Let’s face it, we love this materialism we’re wrapped up into: the word has given ‘imitation’ a new meaning, allowing it to acquire additional shades…
Eudora Welty’s life and work share a fascination with memory and time. “Of course the greatest confluence of all,” Welty writes in her memoir One…
Aunt Gertrude had had no education—had been, due to the poverty and ignorance of her family, virtually a waif—but possessed noticeable innate intelligence. She kept…
When Roma first walked to the door, its face looked grim and unyielding. Despite the peeling green paint, it stood guard over the old house…
Fort Lauderdale, Florida 2002 She was always suspicious of the mysterious chest. He never let her see what was inside. She always suspected, it was…
On a sun drenched Boston day my parents died in a car crash. A driver hopped up on crack and alcohol, was texting and driving,…
I’m down there, sexy as a pear,
Grasping the stems of my ankles,
When signs of war
Static from your potato radio.
The bar is dim and smells of fried food. Neon lights glow red, green and blue on the walls. Incandescent lamps burn dull yellow on…
Words rolled forth like the splendid carpet he walked on.
Citizens gazed ahead
Their hearts twist,
Tortured to not break the spell
Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.
[soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/43782479″ params=”auto_play=true&hide_related=false&visual=true” width=”100%” height=”450″ iframe=”true” /] Peyton recognized it the first time he heard Tito Salinas play the pieces. When the performance ended, he…
Undraped feminine figure; that is, even if infatuated with brevity, David still insists on putting it in three other words: the female nude. Yes, the…