Ernest Hemingway Visits Chappell Roan’s Pink Pony Club If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, it stays with you for the rest of your life. Yet I could not ignore the visions of myself in Los Angeles. They said there was a place called Santa Monica. It called to me. I have never been drawn to the rugged American West. I prefer Key West, Spain, or Cuba. But I have an innate sen…

“Barbie Girl” by Ernest Hemingway With apologies to Aqua. – – – She would collect name tags and uniforms like a poacher collects tusks. She was many things. She was a ballerina and a lawyer and a flight attendant and a pilot. When we first met, she was a model by trade. It was an occupation viewed by many as unskilled, but I found beauty in its simplicity. Her profession did not…

Ernest Hemingway’s “Hills Like White Oliphaunts” The hills west of the Anduin were tall and white. On its east side there were low shrubs and thin grass and no trees and rocks and stones and dirt near the road which led north and south alongside Mordor. Here they set camp with a small fire and pot simmering skinned conies for a poor stew. The Hobbit and the creature with him sat on a flat ston…