• Travels in the 1st person, singular

    March 8, 2018 by

    Sometimes it’s lonely to live with all the pretty images in my head. To see the beams of the log cabin with the red corrugated roof, close to where the earth tumbles in sodden chunks into the seasonal riverbed To see through to the tilted metal stove with a circle cut from the top, the… Read more

  • At the boundary

    February 23, 2018 by

    Rainy day today, feels about right. I miss Myanmar more each time: border crossings leave little time for reflection or a quiet parceling out of emotions, smells, things to leave or the things we carry forward. No longyis, an immediate jolt And faces without thanaka As I am shepherded through narrow immigration channels and across… Read more

  • Yangon, Myanmar

    February 8, 2018 by

    I love the city. You forget about the intransigent smell of betel nut until you touch down in Yangon and step out into the neighborhood. It permeates the street life anywhere people are talking, exhaled in fumes as grinning red lips part over red teeth. Ominous spatters on the sidewalk aren’t blood. Yangon is different… Read more

  • Living somewhere

    February 7, 2018 by

    Living somewhere is 80% a frame of mind. I’ve lived places though I’ve been there only two weeks, and I haven’t lived in places where I’ve spent months at a stretch. It’s about wanting to be somewhere, of deciding to “be” there, of investing in relationships and habits in the space where you are. Right… Read more

  • For Fear Of

    October 21, 2017 by

    For Fear Of Communism How many lives have been needlessly squashed in the dirt for fear of The Other Different foods, clothes, customs Where I lay my head is home but where you lay your head is Different Palates on the color wheel covering the same tongue Kidneys One or two One heart Blood red… Read more

  • We are the greatest Frenemy

    October 21, 2017 by

    We are the greatest Frenemy. “American Exceptionalism” I have it too, on the surface But When I have to think about it Leading this trip across SE Asia. Indochina, we once called it, that green forest on the map between India and China, unknowable in its own right Unfathomably bloodied from American Exceptionalism, Still working… Read more

  • There is

    June 9, 2017 by

    Each human face anchors me. Draws a silken thread to fill in the web a bit more. Alone, we are fragile; together, strong– that first lesson after death. I travel because to live is to know life. To learn as much as we can from every angle of our Human face and with this knowing,… Read more

  • 10,866

    June 4, 2017 by

    miles apart You whispered sweetness in my ear in a language you denied the romance of. You said i stole your soul, left you broken, For we were not made for each other. How do you know? What is fate but a series of choices towards happiness Or desire? An aching hole left despite seas… Read more

  • Cardinal directions

    May 13, 2017 by

    I hop among cultures. No sense of home But homes in every corner of the globe. My only sense of direction lies in the way my exhausted body falls upon the bed. Moments of spiraling inward, pensiveness, the desire to write strikes in the dead of night Or between water breaks on the mountain, as… Read more

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