What Becomes

“For a moment, I expected the impossible. And then it happened.”   Where are you? Wild winds whipping up against a desolate landscape. Cold skies and a raging heart. You have been uprooted. Torn from the comfort of the ordinary, you have been exposed. But do not go blind, little dove. Look around you. The …

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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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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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Church of the Patron Saint of Lost Causes and Weary Wanderers…a.k.a. the Bar (Georgia…Day 3).

Disaster central. I try to be a good human but it would seem that the Karma gods are still after me. At least, that's how it appears. This morning, I decided to go to Charleston. I made the two hour drive only to discover I had left my wallet behind in Savannah. So back I …

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