Up the stone path, at first it’s like a large hill. Like the ones we ran in Suzhou. Towering trees overhead. Gray headstones grow from terraced slopes. The three of us hike through this ancient graveyard. Green moss covers some headstones. A crudely made white ceremonial headdress hangs from a post over another grave. One…
Tag: Happiness
It’s A Day in China
Looks like I’ve been run over by a truck, but I’m okay. It’s just my first traditional Chinese massage. After wearing my paper diaper for a second week in a row (but not thong-like or pink this time),I made the mistake of asking the masseuse to go deeper this time. Well, I’ve had tight hamstrings….
How Do I Feel?
Hair’s on fire Heart’s beating outta my chest I’m a fucking pack of TNT ready to explode Gunpowder from the grenade in hand burns flesh Restful sleep interrupted by fitful nightmares Fists punching me, hard Lashing in… …lashing out Am I still bleeding? Or, am I healing ? This is All so Fucked I’m sacred….
It Burns
Words Burn Like Acid Dripping from a hateful tongue There is no escape (is there?)
What Wormhole Have I Fallen Into??
Walking into the salad restaurant, I expected to see folks eating. I did not expect to see an entire indoor skatepark with quarter pipe ramps everywhere. Skaters darted back and forth in the midst of a fairly conventional mall–with Chinese touches, of course, of cascading waterfalls & fake monkeys clinging to fake palm trees–as spectators…
The Icing
The Icing. More so than snow, it was the ice continuously pelting my face that made this morning’s run challenging. I deliberately ran into the eye of the storm–straight to the ocean water’s edge on Orchard Beach. 50 mph winds there blasted ice pellets across my face. “Please, Lord, lash me!” I cried out. Lash…
Sometimes They Come Back
I never committed my Papa’s birthday to memory. January 27th, 2009 was the date my mom’s father passed on. We have missed this remarkable man ever since. Last week I received a mysterious phone call. A man with gentle Southern drawl told me: “I am doing well. Everything is okay.” I put the phone down….
Drifting
I am the lone boat —- Unmoored Drifting Alone. Couples kiss, families laugh I walk alone. The only One in the entire city, it seems Unfulfilled, and yet Life is still beautiful.
In the Blood
Regardless of my travails, I’m home. While down in a hole, the fragrance of freshly mowed grass reminds me I’m still alive. John Deeres drive by as I swing on the front porch, leaning to touch the log home. Rabbits run the field where horses eat as cows swim in their pond. Geese eat alongside…
Expedition:Asia Curations Part II
Most Heartwarming Moments: July 13th-August 9th [in no particular order] 1. Hakata (Fukuoka), Japan Sumire sacrifices time and energy to drive me out to the port for my ferry so I do not have to ride the bus. 2. Seoul, Republic of Korea Owner of Bread Blue vegan bakery gives me a free crossaint out…
First Glimpse of Tokyo
Five pictures on my first day, curated just for you all (and uploaded while underground with best roaming and wi fi reception I’ve ever known). Iyashiman8 on YouTube
Debris
It’s where we watched United 93 last night and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off a few nights before. It’s a coffee table in disarray. My old flip phone lies alarm-ready near a glass of water from the night before. Stacks of reading materials, so normal for us. Pop’s shower soap, releasing its last drops. An apartment…
Don't Let My Parents Read This 