Tag Archives: travel

Are We There Yet

  [A] Are we moving? Have we left behind our history? Can it be a new day free of trying not to feel anything? Are we there yet? Is this somehwere we can relax? Are the old gray places gone? … Continue reading

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Ain’t Travel Funny

Long tin can packed full of people ain’t travel funny anywhere somewhere laugh don’t weep. A woman wears her pink neck pillow into the tiny bathroom comes out shaking her nailed hands. Short employee with eyes made up to look … Continue reading

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Blanketed in Confetti

  The bald and bearded ocean cannot be traveled the way I am accustomed to traveling dragged by boots so I flew. A symphony composed itself in me as I couldn’t keep up not crushed but I was held close … Continue reading

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When I Finish

I’m going going to when I finish what I’m doing I’m going to fill myself in Ensenada on mole and shrimp enchiladas retire to Tahiti in total anonymity. I’m going going to when I finish what I’m doing I’m going … Continue reading

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By Way of Grimacing

All the things you told me down in steerage must be repeated so they can change. Blind man’s fortune honest man’s wince oh the ripe wind drops all the apples. My suitcases your underwear I am as loud as lips … Continue reading

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One Travel

  I was sitting in the library thinking about the sunrise and writing about the slow orange slipping away. In a script as agile as a school of dolphins the mystery could be read as plain as an embroidered pillowcase … Continue reading

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Been There Haven’t I?

Covering up the aridentity of desert I sit where snow piles up and leaks into my dry driver’s seat and begs for blues to blanket my lack of fit in the banging trash can that is Utah. I came out … Continue reading

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