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Posted by on Nov 20, 2013 in Blog, Feature |

Nice, France (a poem)

Nice, France (a poem)

  confined between the shores of europe and africa the mediterranean watches the affairs of men from a neighborly distance caring nothing for the flash and pomp of the cars and casinos but only of the sun dancing across her back and when the markets drain and the children scatter and day surrenders to the ink of night the sea glows hot in the dying light...

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Posted by on Oct 14, 2013 in Blog, Change |

jacksonville (a poem)

jacksonville (a poem)

I wrote this poem in 2008 while living in Jacksonville, Florida and waiting to move to Northern Ireland. Five years later, I am about to make my next move and felt it appropriate to revisit this poem.   this city is a holding cell neither point A or B just somewhere along the line   this city is white noise I am in an extended layover waiting for the next...

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Posted by on Dec 12, 2012 in Blog, Change, Culture, Travel |

In Baghdad Dreaming of Cairo, In Cairo Dreaming of Baghdad: Rumi and the Traveler

In Baghdad Dreaming of Cairo, In Cairo Dreaming of Baghdad: Rumi and the Traveler

Either this deep desire of mine will be found on this journey, or when I get back home! It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home. I will search for the Friend with all my passion and all my energy, until I learn that I don’t need to search. The real truth of existence is sealed, until after many twists and turns of the road. As in the algebraical method of  “the two errors,” the correct answer comes only after two substitutions, after two mistakes. Then the seeker says, “If I had known the real way it was, I would have stopped all the looking around.” But that knowing depends on the time spent looking! ~Rumi, excerpt from ‘In Baghdad dreaming of Cairo: In Cairo dreaming of Baghdad’ A few nights ago I read this poem by Rumi and it was as if this 13th century Sufi mystic reached through the...

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Posted by on Sep 26, 2012 in Blog, Road Trip USA |

Beginning the Journey with Pablo Neruda

Beginning the Journey with Pablo Neruda

The following excerpts from Pablo Neruda’s poem I Wish the Woodcutter Would Wake Up (translated) seems like an excellent way to begin a journey of thousands of miles.         West of the Colorado River there’s a place I love. I take refuge there with everything alive in me, with everything that I have been, that I am, that I believe in… America spread out like a buffalo skin light and transparent night of galloping near your high places covered with stars I drink down your cup of green dew....

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