Supersoul

Journey to the Center of Myself

“I always thought that as I got older, I would have more people around me,” said Brenda in an old Six Feet Under episode. “But it’s just the opposite. We’re just focused more inward, get more honed into ourselves. She’s so right. While I certainly know more people as my rings slide down the banisters [...]

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The Garden Tomb

Due to some botch in planning, and despite enough churches to lift entire town at least a few kilometers closer to heaven, there was no Catholic mass in English on Easter Sunday in Jerusalem. So we went to sunrise service at the Garden Tomb, the spot where Protestants believe Jesus is buried. I’d slept just [...]

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On headlamps and life

“Sometimes you just have to put on your Petzl, look deep inside your own cave, remove a few rocks and find a path. . .” –Michael Boudreaux, July, 2007

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Poetry Thursday: Turkish Bath

A spa in a barrio. . . where did I think it would be?Black birkas stuffed with women, trapped in sunlight splotches, asleep on the davenports wooden stalls that creaked when I crossed the floor What was I supposed to do? A scarf-tied, brown-toothed baba would become my red-pantied bather getting down to skin, Yes, [...]

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A Different Rabbit Hole

The other day, Michael said to me: “Who are you and what are you still doing here?” Like he remembered me from a party back in 1998 and just realized I’d never gone home. He was kidding, of course. But metaphorically, he was catching a glimpse of me from another angle, almost as if he [...]

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Fingernails and demons

I’ve been trying to stop biting my fingernails for oh, I don’t know, about 27 years now. I suppose the habit began when I stopped sucking my thumb. At age five. Obviously an oral fixation of sorts . . It’s not a nerve thing. I don’t discriminate. I will bite at any time, in any [...]

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