Category: Bold

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Up In the Clouds

  Release me— my mind is a maze of serpentine storylines, bending and swirling with the Kabul River, cuddling, carving belting the Hindu Kush; Hindu Kush to the Tian Shan; Tengri Tagh or Tengir-Too, anything at all to breathe in Mountains of Heaven. Sharp, cascading inhales of the ice gods, the grins I see in the snow lines, the dusk-shades cast by sunlight—

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The Gradual Shelf of the Sea

  Two final footsteps echoed against the scratched glass door & off we were— murmuring swampy lives away, lobbing for ourselves the God-given champagne against the bobbing she-queen, Queen of the Nile. Life was in bubbles, great wads of the stuff, tacky & sweet and still criss-crossed in hot-blooded pen— the deeper we burrowed in our footstep murmurs, the deeper we saw; until the … Read More The Gradual Shelf of the Sea

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Just to Be

  Nothing to prove. Tis just to be. Merited, honest, sound Self; open-minded and even-handed I see the scales are already balanced and all I’ve been doing is breathing.

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Unearth a female Queen

  Relax :  cash         in                  on                                           adventures;                         uncharacteristic          people r         theexplorers.  We were     … Read More Unearth a female Queen

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Credo

  What I yearn for—like you—is a just a notch of catastrophe. Rising up from the soul like pewter rainbows, swimming golden lead, funny and relevant all at the same time—catastrophe. Secret substance of hope, infectious balance; if nothing’s broken it’s all boring. Boredom is safe, too secure. Too responsible. So predictable. Left handle of balance, tipped so easily in this modern day of … Read More Credo

We Are Mortal

  I’m cross legged at the only outdoor table open on the east side of Manoa road cafe. There are three other tables here, & on either side of me sit men and women with Safeway trolleys loaded to capacity with all their belongings.

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Theories on “Maturity”

There I was, sitting cross-legged on that big stone in the middle of the creek. The mountains were celebrating or something, cause the water barely lapped halfway up the stone; if I straightened my legs out they wouldn’t touch water at all. It was high summer, too, it being the southern hemisphere–ever felt a day this warm in January? Not me. The trees lining … Read More Theories on “Maturity”

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Go Anywhere

  The rooms throughout my life have always been wallpapered with maps; road maps, trail maps, world maps, street maps. Free ones, vintage ones, handmade ones. There are heaps of us with that intrinsic fascination with maps, the calm and grounding comfort feeling they provide. Much like stepping into an overstuffed used bookstore. Here, they both whisper, here are countless ideas for you. Take … Read More Go Anywhere

Direction

  As we left, we murmured our lives away. The ceremonious cork against the bobbing she-queen, Queen of the Nile we stood taller and eager for the red shores of Africa. Ours were lives of bubbles; great wads of the stuff tacky and sweet, stretched taunt they could take us places we thought. After we left, we saw it wasn’t a matter of up … Read More Direction

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Frequently Wrong, Never in Doubt: Plans for the Future

  Helene and Andrew, who I worked for as a chef at Il Forno, offered their daughter’s spare mattress for my sleeping purposes for the time between the end of my au pair contract, on the 21st of December, and when my parents would rock into the Auckland airport on January 3rd. Thus I spent my Christmas in a kiwi fashion, with barbecued pizzas, … Read More Frequently Wrong, Never in Doubt: Plans for the Future

Gazing at the Ocean

  The vastness gets me, sometimes; to see all this space I cannot measure, cannot obtain—and then to see my human kin, just as vast, measureless, objective in such a state, a condition as this. All of them new to the act of human being, and yet vastly more prepared than I.

How I Get My News

  I never regret not reading the news. The front page headlines written by an aware individual who keeps delight on the simmer at having found the story of the missing child-rape case first. The television stations, projecting visions of chaos injecting emotion to hype it all up get you going, get the fires lit, get the smoke signals out honey, we’re not going … Read More How I Get My News