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  • Namche Bazaar, the Haikus

    Namche Bazaar, the Haikus

    the wait, the long wait a weather-borne tragedy oh my sweet defeat   but then among clouds: helicoptors are the best the timer reset   through the mist and fog a clearing among giants I stand on my feet   we begin at last but, dear air, where did you go? lethargy, no, no!  …

  • Tree Hugger 

    Chronology is someone else’s problem. I’m more a stream of consciousness girl. I’ve already told you about my motivations for going to Everest Base Camp – and then there’s the journey and the preparation for the journey, the gear, the must haves and the never do this. Let’s talk touchy feely preparation. I knew from…

  • Sleeping Beauty

    I’d forgotten how hard blogs are. There’s a story to tell and I keep thinking it’s about Nepal. I should be writing about Nepal. I am supposed to be writing The Nepal Story, after all. So, why can I not write about Nepal? Dramatic sigh. I was once told by my mentor to trust my…

  • Birthday

    I’m dead with dying There is an eye I refuse to catch I was born with knowing I look and I listen and I discern I know You’ve caught my eye I’m not God But I know Tell me everything The bile and the filth and the worst, pour it All that will be left…

  • Knowing the Dead

    In a sleep, the wound wept its tears Bloodshed Seeped from itself without knowing But I knew I saw your death a million times before you did But then you said In a sleep, all around was death, death, dea th You knew bloodshed Wept for us both before I ever did

  • The Scenic Route

    Let’s forgo the easy way. In October, I found myself at a funeral for a friend’s daughter, who was just shy of her 19th birthday. She’s just a kid. It’s the phrase that played on repeat the whole day. At the service, two things were emphasized that struck a deep, reverberating chord in me: — Finish your…

  • Fight for Your Rights, Grace Needs a Vacay

    there are no promises that can be kept by gift we live by right we die grace is optional except when it’s not the grace to bear grief is sometimes always never the only prayer there is in these hot, breathless last days, it’d do us to get on with the praying sooner than later

  • Nothing There

    I went back to read your words But they aren’t there They aren’t to be found The website says Nothing here There’s nothing there Was there ever? If I can’t read the words I can’t be sure I ever knew you You always knew I was of flightly, flimsy flesh So why take the words…

  • My Life As Adam’s Beard: A Review of Sorts

    As Bryan Borland’s closest frenemy, I have of course not read or bought his brilliant new book, My Life as Adam. I have seen the artistry on the front cover. It’s very intense. I have lived Spammed and seen the coming of Adam in twilight technicolor. The way Bryan cuts through his butter bread and…

  • Marcus Luttrell’s Lone Survivor Foundation & Ranch

    I continue to keep up with author/SEAL Marcus Luttrell, who survived a grisly battle in which three of his teammates were killed in Afghanistan and who wrote a book about it called Lone Survivor. He’s starting to help soldiers get comprehensive rehabilition upon returning home. Nothing right wing or left wing about it (see previous…