Your clothes are tired. Your art has lost its feeling. You find yourself longing to go on a novelistic journey to a faraway land. Or take a road trip to a national park. Or buy a slushie from the nearby gas station. Or sit in your car for a few hours and listen to your … Continue reading To Own Your Soul
Before I’d arrived in Australia, people would speak of my upcoming trip as if I were going to the gallows. I remember getting a lot of strange advice, such as... “Watch out for the spiders. They’ll eat your face.” “Don’t go swimming. Too many sharks.” Needless to say, I was relieved (but not disappointed) to … Continue reading Reflections
I'll be writing a lot of these "travel poems" throughout our trip. This is the first one. What do you think of it?