Tag Archives: Travel

Road Diary 10-Los Padres Limbo-The Black Nest

Agony soaked tree stumps surround the hunting ground of the hippie deliverance as, somewhere, in the limbs of an angry tree, it wakes- -a drooling, winged memory unfolds itself like rolls of belly fat and spreads, reaching out, in coagulated … More

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Guadaloop, not Guadalupe

The good lady of Guadaloop, not Guadalupe looked down her nose at the good people of Texas and blessed our beef and our pork and our guns and our crazy left turns and our inability to drive farther than five … More

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Children and Ghosts

Children, they grow like the bamboo, populating the sorghum fields with smiles and drums and dances but the wise are rare and difficult to find. Where have they gone? Those who have lived to tell the story? The children are … More

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So Many Bones

The lion has not licked you clean but wants to, oh, how she wants to and your father’s brittle shoulders break from the weight of his delusion And the vultures have not picked your meat yet are waiting, yes, they’re … More

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Uganda Treeless

So many trees and so much green-but the trees have said their farewells and the green is thin and wan-offering apologies-to the bleaching skulls. Still, life abounds, in the eyes of the skulls, between the broken teeth-in the machinations of … More

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Road Diary 9-Simi Valley, CA-Santa Susana Meltdown

Protect me from the truth, protect me from the tumor, because what I don’t know cannot hurt me if I pretend it isn’t there. It isn’t there It isn’t there It isn’t bubbling churning mutating waiting somewhere in the Santa … More

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Road Diary 3-Boron, CA-Workin’ in the Bleach Mines

Eyes devoid of all color and cities named for chemicals, or is it the other way around? Who can tell? When our lives can be measured in double-wide or single-wide and our greatest possession is the moon-sized satellite, that picks … More

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Love Me Like the Salton Sea

Lay your drunken body down amongst the soiled clothes and dead fish. Read the writing on my walls and find the treasure hidden in my burnt-out piles of junk. Wade into me, up to the neck, and love me like … More

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Amazonia Smile

Everything can kill you and everything can give you life the plants, the worms the frogs, the ants your smile your smile I was trudging through mud up to my ankles drenched in rain and in fear and yet in … More

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Language Barrier

Speak to me in cherry blossoms in bullet trains and mineral baths in a voice rich with pickled fish with mountain vegetables and buckwheat noodles Whisper to me with the lion’s roar with the wind on the Serengeti sing in … More

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