Tag Archives: travel

Suitcases

Traveling light, dark, baggage claimed, left behind, she ordered her life, simply, through metaphor and blithe repetitions, expecting very little in return.     (Photo by Heather Ross) Advertisements

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Road

Waiting, still, waiting, the unbearable lightness of life between homes.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Backroads

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

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Flea Bitten

Greyhound: A sleek, streamlined, swift-as-the-wind breed of dog. A coughing, sputtering, wheezing, smoke-blowing mutt, prone to flea infestation.    I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: Greyhound.  It was an … Continue reading

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Blank

It was my last dream, its ending a blank respite between acts and lives.

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Princess Leia on the Rocks

Excerpt from “Stray Passages: My time in San Francisco lasted a little over a month and would have been even shorter if not for Diana.  I arrived and decided to check into a hostel in North Beach.  I picked North … Continue reading

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Flea Circus

Excerpt from “Stray Passages” Greyhound: A sleek, streamlined, swift-as-the-wind breed of dog. A coughing, sputtering, wheezing, smoke-blowing mutt, prone to flea infestation.    I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: … Continue reading

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Memory Babe

(In honor of Jack Kerouac’s birthday, March 12th, an excerpt from my Greyhound travelogue, “Stray Passages”)    I discovered Kerouac, by chance, when I was nineteen and as a wide-eyed babe greedily suckling Kerouac’s vision-engorged tit, that  which he had … Continue reading

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