#Travel
Cascades of My Heart
Why ache, my heart
when love is come so quick?
Why fever's pitch?
Or are we both homesick?
And yet, the fire's heat melts
all this pain to shades
Rollercoaster Walkway
Santa Monica, California
Sunset Over the Rooftop Pool
Santa Monica, California
West Coast Waking
California
London Fog
London, England, United Kingdom
Beachside Mystery
Venice Beach, California
Eudaimonia
Pythagoreio, Samos Island, Greece
Distantly Familiar
Huntington Beach, California
Dusk Ripples
Pythagoreio, Samos Island, Greece
This Side of Nothing
It's not what I thought it would be.
I gained a good thirty pounds, I'm sure. They still say I'm sexy, and maybe I am.... Sometimes I
Tempted to the Realm of Woodland Sprites
I finally went for that walk I wanted to take around the back side of the stream. It felt good being in my flip-flops and tank top, even with the nettle plants
The Elusive Poetry of a Misty English Evening
The sky is white-grey in a way I've never seen before, except in movies. It mingles with the silence of this farm in a blanket that feels warm, embracing, romantic,
Romanced by the Motherland
It's not supposed to be this sunny in England, this often. Even today, the weather report on my phone promises mostly clouds and a 50% chance of rain in six minutes.
Just reach out and touch me...
The sun shines outside upon wavering leaves,
Clothes spin rhythmically in the hall’s machine,
And the kitten climbs over the hills of my hips,
Massaging tiny claws into my slender waist:
Intoxications,
Seduced by SoCal
I wonder how I'll ever leave Southern California now that I'm here. Now that I've found sailboats and beaches and organic, local, vegan restaurants and so many
For The Love of Chicago-Style Pizza
He was like a little kid, leading me into the dark, underground restaurant where we were seated at a small, square table; his excitement overtook me. “Have you ever had Chicago-style pizza?
Saturated in Subtleties
It’s greaaaat... to be alive...!Jo Stafford and Johnny Mercer, 1949
It’s been over a year since I last set foot in Hamilton’s Baltimore House, an eclectic coffeehouse overlooking King
Creation Amidst Nothing
As soon as I could when I got back to Hamilton, I went to visit my friend’s used-and-vintage clothing boutique. She loves clothes, was formally trained and worked with high-
The Plant Whisperers
Maybe it’s because I am one generation from farmers, on one side, and two, on the other.
Maybe it’s that I was raised traveling north to my grandparents’ and great-grandmother’
Arepa
This heat stirs memories in me of handsome men in linen suits and khaki shorts; of a long, hole-in-the-wall, easily-missed Venezuelan restaurant with roll-up garage door that lets
Tawse vs. Toxins
Don’t try to convince me that pain is not a means of temptation. My body says differently.
In the last forty-eight hours, I’ve suffered such pain that I want only