The Temple of Gloom, India Day 3

Tonight, I am in the 70’s room.  That’s what I am calling it.  Floor to ceiling windows, wick furniture, mood setting lights, bright art and matching rugs.  It’s an architectural/designer masterpiece.  Murti’s brought me coffee, and (at uncle’s request as I am home alone), a beer. I am reflecting on the temples.  Mostly because I …

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One Life. One Love.

The toe of my boot nudged against an errant piece of slate. It slid, tumbling down the mountain's face, down to the waters below, the ones that would grind it down to the texture of the fine pebbles that line the seashore. It's one of those weird moments in which you are suddenly made aware …

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The Plight of the Immigrant

She's not from here. Where she's from isn't so far away, but it felt far. It felt far when the scathing heat of a desert sun caramelized her skin, burning at the tender flesh that sizzled beneath the touch of light. It felt far when her legs threatened to collapse like trees in a forest, …

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America the Beautiful…(damn she’s hot)

My last post was about coming home. And this post won't be much different. Except, I'm not talking about a house, I'm talking about a nation. Some of you have questioned my nationalism. And that's okay, I get it. I understand. I hear you. But you should know that I wear these shit kickers with …

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The Collective We…because there is nothing else.

I remember going down to Mexico in high school to build houses. I remember the rains, fierce rains that made our work impossible; I remember sleeping nearly on top of the girl beside me, us huddling together for warmth, her snoring keeping me awake and enraged all night, stewing in my sleeping bag. But mostly, …

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