There is

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, rejoice in our difference like an endless table of flavors spread out before us.

“Universal Truths”

A white man’s existential crisis

Thrown into relief as the complexities of culture pass in front of the first flame

In a cathedral in England, probably,

Though the silent bones in a hundred frozen tussocks would beg to differ.

Nuance flickers more starkly in the cave of knowledge. Throw these “universal truths” to the ground and start again,

only This time our humanity is the drawing board.

Wake up

to news of an explosion in bangkok, a wedding in peru, a woman finally educated on family planning in myanmar. These people’s lives tug gently where they anchor in my skull; their hopes and fears and landscapes bob in the waters encircling my mind, carving out the angles of a face.

Strive harder to create representations of all people in the world. We are a young girl nestled in a ger on the steppe. We can find role models and changemakers who look like her, in appearance and in spirit. Draw strength not only from the human qualities which bring us all together but from the sheer possibility for difference, for innovation, for infinite permutations of the human spirit.


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 and “si”s
How can I love you
I am mute in your presence
I cannot reach you face to face , my words stumble across keystrokes, copy paste, google translate a lackluster matchmaker, cold to the crackling fissures of misunderstanding.

I whispered your words aloud, straining to comprehend the foreign vowels rolling across my tastebuds, parsing sounds. words cluster this way and that, straining to hear similes from the slang you give me
You say you are made for the spirit, not of this flesh
So why did you tell me you loved me that night
Held my body close, laying claim to my soul
The windows rattled for hours and every room in the house sighed our names.

Up up and away!

Maintaining a working and aesthetically pleasing website is quite a time-consuming endeavor. One which I enjoy, but lately I’ve been having too much fun living life to engage in the pampering necessary to keep my site up and running.

So here we are again, in a brief lull between travels, and I am ready to revamp and revitalize so I can start to share my thoughts and travels again.