[BOOK EXCERPT] Beyond Los Angeles, on the outskirts of the valley, California could be Mexico. And less than 200 years ago, it was. While passing through Los Angeles, into and through the San Bernardino Valley, I liked to imagine what all this built up sprawl looked like before we made it what it is today. Before we claimed it as our own, took credit for … Continue reading Are We Still Breathing?
Last week my Facebook account got hacked. I learned about it when my brother texted me with a screenshot of a request he received, seemingly from me, with a simple message that said, “hello.” Turns out a bunch of other people got the same message. Many of whom saw my familiar profile photo an engaged “me” in conversation. It was not, however, me with whom … Continue reading Leaving Las Facebook
During the first week of January 2018 I am beginning a walk across the United States. I’m starting in Santa Monica, California and ending with a belly flop in the Atlantic ocean – the exact finish location will be determined by the ordeal’s six-ish months of unknown variables. But if I had to predict it, I’d guess somewhere in New England. Maine, maybe. My why … Continue reading I’m Walking Across the USA
The previous night I stuffed my backpack with items I plan to lug across the country between January and June 2018. And though the contents added up to nearly 30 pounds, they mostly resembled what I’d haul on a two night, no-frills camping trip. The basic essentials including a day’s worth of high-calorie snacks and 6 total liters of water. Turns out one liter of … Continue reading Walking to RDU – Well, Almost
I wrap up my brief, impromptu México City visit with a blog written in the same format as part 1. Once again, I leave feeling super humbled by all the city offers. This time around, not only did I write months of new material in a week, I also sought out moments of purposeful vulnerability. Now it’s time to leave, but I’m not ready to … Continue reading Leave Home to Get Home
Inspired by Kenneth Rexroth’s One Hundred Poems From the Japanese, I’ll tell part one of my México City visit in a similar form. I begin, however, with one from the Rexroth collection: I have always known That at last I would Take this road, but yesterday I did not know that it would be today. … Continue reading D.F. Poetry of Sensibility
I stood beneath the tattered awning of a llantería and waited for the rain to let up. But it just came down harder. Streets turned into ankle-deep rivers as thunder rocked buildings. I didn’t have an umbrella, but I was wearing a parka. And though my torso was dry, five minutes in the rain had soaked my pants straight through. I pulled out my phone … Continue reading Ain’t No Drag