Home again/ and traversing through the smell of pine with friends. AdvertisementsRead more "Cascades, WA"
Lucky to be lost in new places,/ see in new colors,/ break old patterns,/ and laugh with familiar faces.Read more "Faro, Portugal"
Yesterday my great uncle pulled down his atlas./ Side by side, we studied its glossy pages./ We followed mountains and highways./ We were old and new earth, filtering the rain.Read more "Magor, Wales"
Cake: our atlas. Cream, scones/ and tea, chat and finger snacks: our/ cultural topology.Read more "Bloomsbury, London"
With great events we map our histories/ but on little moments we trace our lives.Read more "Baden Baden, Germany"
I’ve charted bits of sky now,/ Sky that is far from home./ Hiked through misty mountains,/ and slept on a mattress made of foam.Read more "Skye, Scotland"
Spiritual map?/ Paint in the cracks/ unobtrusive signs/ echoing in old cement cornersRead more "Paris, France"