Tag Archives: travel

Paris

I have never been to Paris, and so I must write about my time there, how Hemingway threw the gauntlet at my feet and challenged me to an armwrestling match three times, beating me each and every time, and Hemingway … Continue reading

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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)

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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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