The lightness of being (on a Genova beach)

Pen, be my heart: for these two wave-thundering fingers of golden-blue before that sun hits these rocks--in Genova, friend and lover, a city where nothing is not wild. Genova, where all ties and times and turns itself to the sea, and thus to the moon, that pulling, reflecting body... I am here on the spiaggia …

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Desert Water

"It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives."                                                   Samuel Johnson We snatched ten days out of our lives and drove the B.A.T. (Big Ass Trailer) to Canyonlands/Needles District. …

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Year Two: Yellowstone River Expedition

“Adventure is a path. Real adventure, self-determined, self-motivated, often risky, forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world” – Mark Jenkins Paddling as hard and as fast as I could, I was still being taken backwards down the left channel, the channel that we wanted to avoid. Diane had made it to the sandbar …

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Water Rocks

Unpacking our bags I unpack our travels, sliding their adventure, zest, and freedom of thought and body into our more quotidian existence. Zipping open my backpack, I release into our Bronx living room, as if out of a cage, the following: Essence of sea; tingle, twang, and lilt of spoken Italian and her northwesterly dialects; …

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