Category: destiny/destination

• Koszmar

  May 31

  He had stumbled upon a dark continent slowly sinking into his unconsciousness. That strange land he called Insomnia where no stranger had ever stepped. Each familiar face beckoned to his;… more ›

• Itinerary

  May 23

  Here is the itinerary for my upcoming and far-too-short trip to Europe. Please let me know if our paths will cross at some point. Wed 25 May Arrive FRA (Frankfurt… more ›

• This New Adulthood

  Mar 25

  Woke up this morning, and after reading The New York Times, I bought symphony tickets and then logged in to my IRA/investment accounts to check on the numbers and make… more ›

• Around the World in 80 Songs

  Aug 27

  Song 2: “God’s Child” – David Byrne and Selena This is what I remember about Montréal: Spring Break 2001, drinking Turkish coffee (by way of Beirut) at Salam’s flat. Later… more ›

• Diēs caniculārēs

  Jul 27

  In these dog days of July, I feel the heat dissipating every ounce of strength my body once contained. My mind has grown stagnant. And for the past six months,… more ›

• A Memory (Once More)

  Jul 16

  Erinnerung Und du wartest, erwartest das Eine, das dein Leben unendlich vermehrt; das Mächtige, Ungemeine, das Erwachen der Steine, Tiefen, dir zugekehrt. Es dämmern im Bücherständer die Bände in Gold… more ›

• At Once: A Second Word in Passing

  Jul 2

  In eins Dreizehnter Feber.  Im Herzmund erwachtes Schibboleth.  Mit dir, Peuple de Paris.  No pasarán. 5     Schäfchen zur Linken:  er, Abadias, der Greis aus Huesca, kam mit den Hunden über… more ›

• Quaeritur: Aber ein Sturm…

  Dec 30

  How does a poet write history? I once began with this question. But after several years of focusing on the first part of my questionable query, I find myself now… more ›

• Bullet-Point Friday: Rings

  Nov 21

  I saved $50 dollars on my senior ring because I had a friend in the town over who had family who ran a jewelry store. All I had to do… more ›

• Bullet-Point Friday: The Bewitching Hour

  Oct 9

  When I still lived in Kansas all those years ago, I would wake up in the middle of the night terrified out of my skin because of the witch sitting… more ›