Now that my heart is, at last, broken, I can tell you about him. On rainy days, I would think about my lover, and there was nothing but flight in my heart. I could conjure up the image, and I would begin to feel that I had life in my veins. I could think straight,… Continue reading Great Love Affairs
Because they aren't with me, my cats leave a chalk outline in my life...
I ran away. It was right of me to run away at the time. It wasn’t going to hurt anyone. There was nothing wrong with my life, but I still ran. I ran because I was changing and my predictably-constructed world was not. I had everything I worked for, through 7 years of self-employment. Success,… Continue reading I Ran Away
THE MAP AND THE TERRITORY Luckily, the Google people are about finished roaming every passable thoroughfare in the western world. By its industry, I’ve roamed such disparate lands as Belgian woodland (rumored to contain abandoned cars from WWII), Chinese riverbanks (until the roads ran out), French sea coast towns (where I’ll live someday), and what… Continue reading Mapping a Memory
What it felt like to wake up of a morning and remember I was in Scotland (1998, 2001, 2005, 2010, 2011) I would ascend from a dream of notable strangeness, dimly recalling that waking would take place soon. I’d vaguely recall the bed, the room, the light creeping in, and then a -pop!- in my… Continue reading Of a Morning in Scotland
Have you ever stood inside a cello?
The thing is, I’m a travel snob and always have been. I know the difference between fresh and stale espresso, and of course, you must drink the former in Italy if possible. I tell people not to cross their legs at the knee in front of an African man, because the sole of the shoe… Continue reading Confessions of a Travel Snob
Because. I wanted to. Because I tried to prove that I could. Because I had something to offer Because I was unbeatable. Because I was newly divorced. Because I needed something to do. Because my father had died. Because I needed a rest. Because it was about damn time. Because I had turned 41. Because… Continue reading THERE THERE
Morning wishing away time sprawling longing tartan pipes rising ghostly cold glens at thirty thousand feet remedies running late want ad text frozen lips canned food a stiff two blocks away drawn ruddy by foreign language as any Oscar-winning film Coffee cures the need quite nicely my last dollar… Continue reading AWAY
For my first number, a poem inspired by my travel in Europe, after running through some epic trials and yes, I daresay, tribulations and glorious struggles and personal victories. [ Go down a few lines and click "continue reading" to expand the whole poem first.] Enjoy. HERE I am here. This is no small feat.… Continue reading HERE