Sorry for te typos — writing and posting in a flurry You get it to, that feeling during the limbo hours in between leaving and having left–that nostalgic question part anticipation part reluctance part kangaroo. You muse: should I have ordered the pilsner instead if the Nile beer? Did I even give the pilsner a…
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…
On Monday, with Tyler finally here, we left the cray-cray-craziness of busy Nairobi to the countryside to discover the youthful stomping grounds of our brotha-brothers, Calvin and Joash. As if reminding us why we were leaving, Nairobi showed us one of her least attractive qualities and kept us fighting traffic for three hours before we…
Our rail car tumbled through lands now hidden by the set sun. To my right, a baby fondled his sleeping mother; two snack venders sat across from each other, pulling at their pant legs to examine their knees; a boy in a tie walked past selling soft drinks, eager to profit from our thirst. The…
Loving The Leave I love leaving Pieces of myself Everywhere There is a man Who is completely content To play checkers Until a forgotten Fanta cap skips Over its overtaken Sprite and Coke Counterparts Becoming the only Moment worth Recounting. Later When the Diligent details Call to mind The moment One possibility In a billion…
Travel To Kenya and Cook Like A Caffinated Maniac Calvin diced tomatoes and peppers with the fervor of carrying out a tyrant’s justice. His cousin, Steve, stripped chicken from bones of the bird his mom had butchered a few hours before. The salt tin in my hands, apparently suicidal, leapt to the floor and became…
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I almost did something totally cray-cray. I almost went home for Christmas from NYC to Bismarck via a 44 hour bus saga. What the bag of poorly trained chimpanzees was I thinking? I thought it would be nice, taking the scenic route, watching as the temperate East unfolded into the snow speckled woods slowly transforming…
“If there’s turbulence, I will have a panic attack in the air,” Darko told me with a trembling stare. “I asked them and they told me that I can get a refund. I will take the bus.” I set down the proof of my book I was copy editing and put my hand on Darko’s…
I think we’re going about arriving at the Harvest Music Festival on Mulberry Mountain in Ozark, Arkansas in an ideal way. Originally we had planned to spread the 24-hour drive across three days, stopping off in cities where friend’s company and open ended offers to crash on their couches greeted us. A few days before…
