by Elizabeth | Mar 18, 2009 | Uncategorized
I am at the San Francisco airport waiting for my plane back to Phoenix. The week that precedes my sitting here is bulging at my metaphysical seems. My bags, too, are more full. I carry new things. I wanted all along to write down so many details, so many finite...
by Elizabeth | Mar 15, 2009 | Uncategorized
I am in northern California, staying in a house on the edge of the earth, literally. The view from our liberally windowed house is the rocky, moody coast of the Pacific Ocean. It seems turned around, on the wrong side. It feels like it should all be flipped...
by Elizabeth | Mar 11, 2009 | Uncategorized
I am the proud new parent of a female long board. Her name is Scrap. My friend, Terry, my home bro, took me to buy her. The store was well-stocked with skateboards of all sizes, colors and shapes. Some brightly colored ones called out to me, those with yellow wheels...
by Elizabeth | Feb 27, 2009 | Uncategorized
I have recently discovered an Ashram down the street from my house. I’ve known it was there for many months. I would drive by it half-noticing diminutive people dressed in white with mushrooming head wraps, progressing slowly toward the entrance. Last week was...
by Elizabeth | Feb 16, 2009 | Uncategorized
I have a scab on my knee. In the effort to slowly walk my Ducati through a tight turn while getting out of my own driveway, I leaned it over too far and it took me down. I lost control. My body weight was not sufficient to counter the fall. My leg was pinned and my...
by Elizabeth | Feb 11, 2009 | Uncategorized
Who is it, looking out through these eyes? What entity has taken host in my body, in my mind? A mysterious stranger. A private, secret other occupying my every experience — tasting this world on my tongue. The sense that my life is not my own grows with every...
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