I lived, with my family, in Marrakesh last year. While I was there, I wrote a piece about imagining Walt Whitman visiting the city. Of course this was impossible, since Whitman never made it to North Africa. But, I wish he had. And I wish it so much that I just go ahead and put him down in Marrakesh and see what happens. Along the way, there are encounters, imaginings, and well-- djinns, the little spirits that inhabit spaces we sometimes ignore.

Read Walt Whitman in Marrakesh here.