February 05, 2004
I Taste of Wherever I've Been
Give Metamanda the credit for this interesting if shameless waste of bandwidth.
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October 01, 2003
Across Switzerland at Night
Somewhere in the middle of Switzerland, a short man stumbled into my compartment. A curly strawberry blonde beard dribbled from his chin. The man wore the classic lederhosen with a white shirt and brightly ornamented suspenders.
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June 24, 2003
Organ Pipe Cactus NM, 1990
I remember a night at Organ Pipe Cactus NM when I walked out to the edge of the campground, starchart in hand, partly to see what I could make out of the distant suns overhead, partly to leave Lynn resting in peace.
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June 16, 2003
The East Coast of Crete
We went because there was a Minoan palace, one of the grand stone halls they built when they dreaded pirates who were hung like bulls splashing in from the sea and raping their bare-breasted queens.
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June 09, 2003
The Mad Greek
It's the only civilized place to eat at between Barstow and Nevada.
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May 18, 2003
Kalamata
I'd actually been through it twice on a bus filled with American college students.
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May 05, 2003
Wedding Band
"Does nobody see this?" "What is it?" "It's a wedding ring!" "It's a wedding ring? Why are you wearing it there?"
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April 26, 2003
Sistine Chapel 1979
Who will buy this wonderful religion? I thought I heard them saying to each other.
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April 20, 2003
The Neighbor in Zagreb
The soldiers and others who carried guns openly never looked at me as I passed them. They could stop and hold a civilized chat. Not this man. His voice murdered us as we scurried across the courtyard....
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March 06, 2003
Spiritual Republic of Zitser
Perhaps it was in that moment that I began to seek ways to speak as myself, for myself. When I talked as a representative, I sounded forced, untrue to myself.
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November 04, 2002
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September 27, 2002
The Jigsaw Woman
You couldn't look at her. Not right at her. Not in those eyes that ballooned out of their sockets. I looked away from her face, but I saw her leg.
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August 11, 2002
Calves' Brains
The texture was something like stringy mushed banana, the flavor unmemorable.
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