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How In Iceland I Became Loki, The Fashion Outlaw

“I will kill and eat a puffin” I said, joking, until I realized, maybe, I was seriously contemplating it . . I was traveling with three Canadians (which means I was being apologized to quite frequently despite never being wronged) and they informed me that in Iceland people routinely catch and eat puffins. I’m sorry…

Singing Across The Distances That No Longer Separate Us

Distance used to separate us entirely. Historically, a tract of three thousand miles was once a wall that only the thoughts of our minds could cross. Our bodies, it’s true, are still restricted by our geography, but our hearts, minds and melodies have been set free enough to sing in harmony. Last night Steffe, Shaun…

Leaving New York

  New York could have been San Francisco. It was almost Portland, and there was a possibility it was going to be Minneapolis. At the time there was also a barely articulated inkling that I should buy a one-way ticket to Asia. Timing is always everything. When we listen closely to that inner voice that…

The Times They Are Changing Musically

Come gather round. Wherever you roam. Admit it: The waters around you have grown. Keep your eyes wide. The chance won’t come again. Come mothers and fathers throughout the land. Don’t criticuze what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly again’. Please get out of the new on…

Homeless For A Day in New Orleans

Originally Published in GoMadNomad July 2012 My little brother and I met Leroy in New Orleans on a corner just off Bourbon Street. By that time our busking duo had swelled to include Cass, A Brit touring the USA to “prove that not all Americans were stupid,” three local street musicians, and a bearded man in…

I Live With A Robot and Show at Rocky Sullivan’s

So I just learned today, that I live with a robot. As I sat writing away, my roommate began piling up all the furniture on the table. I didn’t ask why. If he wanted to pile up all the furniture on the table, that was his own bussiness. Then he left. Then, I started to…