(New pictures in the Colombia Album) The heat has exhausted me and I slide under the shade of a palm-thatched hut on the beachfront. Small, tanned, naked children roll around on the sand floor absorbed…
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(Guayasamin´s “Hands of Protest”) Who am I? Like a trailer for my after-life movie, last night in a dream, I saw a summary of everything I’ve ever seen in this life. And as I watched…
Pocket Change
Journal Entry San Francisco Airport 21/5/04 Pocket Change Sitting in the airport — American legs, Indian arranged. I empty my pockets of India — to show for nothing but some change. A Rupee or two,…
tea is served
Journal Entry March 6th, 2004 Varanassi, India Legs are crossed and tea is served, but this is like no party I’ve ever attended. The heat depletes and liters of bottled water flow through me mimicing…
In This Life
I once had a Life. And in it there were cream colored carpets, umbrellas, sweet coffees, vacations, white gowns, red roses and a box at the end of my driveway that received in it, each…