i am from the heartland of the united states of america
i live in paris but also i go other places, too

i write about all those things when i can and then when i remember i put it on this website so other people can read about it if they want to

Monday, July 27, 2015

25 may - thessaloniki

(my only notes from five days in thessaloniki:)


(best photo of the trip inside)

Friday, July 24, 2015

22 may - quick advice on how to fit in at backpacking hostels

  • be skeptical of official statistics and the policies of world superpowers
  • value art and claim a practice
  • speak about where you've been and where you're going
  • have recently quit a job
  • possess abstract philosophical aspirations
  • drink
  • smoke
  • express exasperation with traditional employment
  • speak english

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

22 may - berat, albania

an old man sits with his back to a fence outside a convenience store in an one road, agrarian town.  his face holds deep lines and dark ridges.  his skin is twinkling brown.  he clutches his knees close to his chest and keeps his legs close together.  i wonder what he's seen.  i wonder about his brothers.

his hair is white and pulled back.

other men stand around him; two in suits, two in blue jeans with loose, short sleeved button-up shirts.  they speak and some smoke cigarettes.

berat

Monday, June 22, 2015

i'm published, yo

friends, lovers,

i've been published!  peep it here, along with a real solid author photo.  might be most proud of that.


Sunday, June 7, 2015

21 may -- tirana, albania // meeting lorenc

21 may -- tirana, albania




a boy bathes in the river in western tirana.  men and women pack the streets and sidewalks.  older men wear  loose, short sleeved collared shirts and polos.  younger men wear tight t-shirts.  the old buildings are faded.  cherry merchants stand every two hundred meters; a large, bulging plastic bag sells for 110 leke -- 80 cents.

Friday, June 5, 2015

19 may -- podgorica, montenegro; various, kosovo

19 may -- podgorica, montenegro


a young woman walking her large dog invites us to her apartment for tea.  we are initially wary but follow her.  in the apartment, her boyfriend, a very thin young man sits shirtless at the coffee table watching soccer highlights and rolling a joint.  his face is gaunt.  he used to live in los angeles but was deported after immigration services discovered that he was attempted to secure a sham marriage.  he seems resentful despite openly admitting that he paid a woman ten thousand dollars to marry him.  his girlfriend appears to understand.  it is a bizarre situation.




he asks where are going next and we tell him peja, kosovo.


'pec,' he says, suddenly alert, 'why are you going there?'  we didn't answer right away.  'it's filthy.  it's a filthy country, the city, the people are filthy.  it is still very dangerous.  you will be attacked.'  he is practically spitting.  we steer the conversation elsewhere.  we are not attacked in kosovo.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

18 may - kotor & perast, montenegro

18 may - kotor & perast, montenegro

on the bus old women converse with jutted jaws and knobby chins.  one has swollen legs, varicose veins in her feet, from many years upright.  her ankle is wrapped to hide the ugly, heavy.  her husband wears light red.  the creases in her face spell long forgotten words and syllables, suns, moons.  the women wear simple shirts of solid colors.



15 may -- zadar/dubrovnik

dubrovnik, croatia

note: the following travel posts are mostly observational and all non fiction and written in buses and will be further polished and developed. that's why they might not be good.

15 may - zadar, croatia

it's dalmatian. the cigarettes are so cheap they're almost free. i sit on the base of the statue outside of the bus station and a man in a sporty polo and sandals bursting with toes approaches me and expects one -- he doesn't ask. i comply and offer my lighter. he pats his breast pocket. maybe i owed him one in another life. i silently thank him for his patience.

there's sand and hay-colored grass. i hardly understand any words.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

a clever trick

a clever trick

i have a locket guess who
is inside?

your mother.
no :)

your grandmother.
no :)

your sister.
i am an only child :)
you told me you had a sister
i tricked you :)
you fell for it :D

is it you?
:)

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

a poem about cleveland


East 59th and Chester


~~


Here we find ourselves at Chester and
East
Fifty Ninth.
On our southeast corner is a large
abandoned lot.
On our southwest corner is a large
abandoned lot.
Guess what is on our northeast corner?
a church!
there is a church!
On our northwest corner is an
abandoned lot.
During the winter it is covered in snow and
boot prints.
We kneel and pray


IN JESUS' HOLY NAME AMEN.