How salty is it, really? Ever drunk vodka straight? The saltiness is so extreme, it’s like that in your mouth. I felt like, one accidental gulp of water would OD me with salt. Know how in most oceans-seas-lakes, you run your hand along the bottom and come up with sand, or plants, or mud? Here’s…
Tag: memoir
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….
Down
Sickening feeling Demons devise, devour G-d! Can I be saved?
Untitled I
He guts us like this Shamelessly, burning us down He fucking kills us
It Burns
Words Burn Like Acid Dripping from a hateful tongue There is no escape (is there?)
Asia Summary I
6.5 months since I landed in Asia (leaving once for two weeks in USA). It’s time to provide an executive summary of what I’ve experienced thus far, in parts. Here’s the first installment. Reflections & Miscellany (only in a stream of consciousness order)… 1. Harshest land in which to survive: Mongolia 2. Most stunningly gorgeous…
I Ran Into the Sea
I ran out into the Andaman Sea. The beach ran out and as I met a series of giant boulders, I curved out into the warm sea. I literally kept running through water. Behind me, lavender clouds. Before me, expansive sky streaked with yellow, orange. A setting sun. Stopping, I threw my arms to the…
Before Myanmar…
…I had never: Been able to step outside–at Heho Airport–and stand directly next to the runway while waiting for my plane to board. Especially with all the rules in China & U.S., this would never fly, no pun intended. No boarding pass was shown before I stood out there. When our passes were checked it…
Sun Rising Over Myanmar
Running these dusty roads in complete darkness, just before sunrise. I step into a centuries old shrine, shoes & socks off, and am face to face with Buddha. In total darkness. Barefoot on hard bricks, I kneel down, prostrate before a manifestation of the One. Overwhelmed. The sun rises. By 6:00am the tiny village nearby…
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…
Beijing Comes to Shanghai
I’d planned to write today about running on the Great Wall last weekend. Yes, life is pretty rad when I can casually type out such statements. But that story will come later. I feel more compelled to tell you all how my boy from Beijing contacted me yesterday. This is the race director, 6 years…
Don't Let My Parents Read This 