#lyricessay

  • The Old-Style Place: keeping what refuses to be known quickly

    I go to this cabin, not looking for a wizard, but to unmask and absorb what I was taught. I am grateful, and I am surfeit in the company of a crackling fireplace. At night, I sit quietly and listen to reinforce the balance of my soul. Recalibration begins when I build a fire in

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  • Motorcycling to Mexican Time and the Zen Sea

    Biking toward Mexico, jagged mountains framing both sides of Arizona’s Highway 85 are now in my mirror. Wind and heat push me forward to where it is not much of a leap for my Midwestern imagination to place me in a scene from an apocalyptic biker movie on a two-lane road headed into the heart

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