To All The Places We’ve Loved In.

To All The Places We’ve Loved In.

The who without the where becomes unimaginable.  Thompson’s Cut is where we became borderless. In October, the temperatures were high and hot so the leaves took a longer time than usual to turn on the mountains. This disappointed you because if I had come later, and...
The Southwest Chief

The Southwest Chief

“Oh wow, you look far too young to have a son in his fifties!” Maria says to Beverly. If we were in England now Beverly would say, “thank you”. We aren’t in England anymore Toto. “I was the victim of a violent crime you see,...
Abeona lists: 8 Awesome Aviators

Abeona lists: 8 Awesome Aviators

Bessie Coleman Bessie Coleman was born in 1892 in Atlanta, Texas to a family of sharecroppers of African American and Native American descent. She was born during a time when lynchings of African Americans were commonplace in the South, and the year after she was born...
Abeona Diaries: At The Alcove

Abeona Diaries: At The Alcove

Tuesday 28th October, on the grass outside the Church of the Recessional, Forest Lawn, Glendale. I just read over the last few pages of my notebook from New York and couldn’t quite remember the person writing it. It feels like yesterday and years ago. After four...
Abeona Diaries: Summer in Oakland

Abeona Diaries: Summer in Oakland

The summer is already in full bloom in Oakland during the first days of June. It’s always a little warmer here than it is in San Francisco and here is where I am spending my last few days in America for a while. So much has happened in the past six weeks. I’ve...
Obscure Sorrows: Lachesisim

Obscure Sorrows: Lachesisim

Lachesism – n. The desire to be struck by disaster—to survive a plane crash, to lose everything in a fire, to plunge over a waterfall—which would put a kink in the smooth arc of your life, and forge it into something hardened and flexible and sharp, not just a...
Obscure Sorrows: Onism

Obscure Sorrows: Onism

onism – n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. As described in The Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows. It’s the warm coloured stone of Greek churches. It’s the restful aureate light that everything here...

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