There is a haunting beauty to their desolate vistas, an intimidatingly brutal type of splendor
By James Jeffrey
Even the graffiti can’t undo the light over Athens. It bathes the city in a serene glow
By James Jeffrey
What happened to the all-embracing, welcoming spirit emanating from the Electric Forest?
By James Jeffrey
Staten Island offers the spiritual antonym to elitist performances such as the Met Gala and the Oscars that peddle a distortion of American life
By James Jeffrey
I wouldn’t envy anyone fighting in that terrain against a tenacious, vigorous people defending their beloved homeland
By James Jeffrey
I moved constantly between cheap hostels and lived out of plastic shopping bags
By James Jeffrey
The bloody horrors that have waylaid Iraq since the 2003 invasion obliterate thoughts of its glorious past
By James Jeffrey
‘You can go to Hell, but I am going to Texas,’ said Davy Crockett. I think he had a point
By James Jeffrey
We downed jugs of turbo, a popular Ethiopian concoction of white wine, beer and Sprite
By James Jeffrey
By a British veteran of the Iraq and Afghanistan conflicts
By James Jeffrey
The insurgents did the sensible thing and left before our armored column arrived
By James Jeffrey
