Memoir
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Mountains
I took this photograph in April of 2009. The peak in the center of the frame is Everest, or Chomolungma. We were flying Buddha Air and the small plane was specially engineered for the high altitude. I likely will never get closer to that mountain. Tragically, two years later this flight crashed and all nineteen Continue reading
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My “coffee-thing”
It rests in my mouth like the bitter taste of burned coffee. Continue reading
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Of writers.
I went to Prague seeking Kafka… Continue reading
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The birthday gift.
it simply arrived, out of nowhere, as if released from an autumnal cloud. Continue reading
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An old journal (repost)
I wrote once an unpublished, unfinished, uninteresting novel. Continue reading
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“…to adopt another life.”
I made a sweeping motion and announced, “This is my classroom.” Continue reading
...the house I live in... 