Roots in Stardust
Originally posted on Palace Salon:
I met my inner child on Thursday, three days after my dad passed away. Exhausted from…
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I have had a dream to be the editor of a publication that hosts a bevy of talent… I want Continue reading
impermanence — what will happen when I die?
Death seems to be sweeping with a broad stroke these days… Icons of eras not yet ended, teachers who inspire, Continue reading
We all get wet in the rain
Found this in the coffers… Poignant these days. Written a couple of years ago. Inspired by and dedicated to an Continue reading
What the hell is going on here!?!
Some of you have been receiving messages from me, notes in your inbox — my facebook wall looks like I Continue reading
January First 2012
I don’t usually make a big deal out of New Years Eve. I get why they call it “amateur night.” Continue reading
i feel love
The new year is upon us. Jesus! Did I just use that ridiculously pat phrase? Yepper. I did. It has Continue reading
Down by the Burning Ghat
It wasn’t the first time I cursed the stupid decision to buy that army duffel bag, nor a new experience to wish I hadn’t shoved so much stuff into it- but it was the first time I was going to pull my pants down in the middle of the streets and take a pee.
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