Gluttony and Love – Navigating the Holidays
By Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is nice to sit here in the cold and think about food. Outside, the sky is all angry grey and […]
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By Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is nice to sit here in the cold and think about food. Outside, the sky is all angry grey and […]
by Carl Kruse Some four years ago the New York Times wrote an article about my badass classmate Isabella de la Houssaye who was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog And there came one of the seven angels which had the seven vials, and talked with me, saying unto me, Come […]
by Hazell Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog ‘Death to Hollywood’ – J.M. Keynes This is how John Trumpbour’s book, Selling Hollywood to the World, begins, and so it […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I have been traveling back and forth from London very regularly these last few months. London, situated in the southeast of […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Halfway through the nineteenth century, a little book appeared in Paris under the title of O Novo Guia da Conversação em Portuguez […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog We had landed, and it was night. A fine mist was shrouding the land, and all I could see was empty […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog The Late Renaissance composer enjoyed a rebirth of interest in the early twentieth century, some three hundred years after his death, with […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse BlogEvery year, writers from around the world submit their entries to the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest; the prize is a pittance, but the winner […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog My mamie is a tiny woman. No one knows why she’s so very small, but some have suggested that her mother […]
by Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog I had to kill myself to be born again. Cabo da Roca, the western point of Europe. On 20th September 2021, I […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is that the world is saturated, without respite nor release. It is that the doors, while open where they once […]