May 7, 2014
I feel shadowed, pursued by an Odyssean star trekking through twilight sails set for dawn– three transpacific flights in forty eight hours plastic oxygen and fluorescent lights aboard a tin can bird in the sky. I’ve just arrived from Bali via Seoul, via Chicago, via Seattle a tattered vagabond, hatches battened for high winds, delayed flights, turbulence. I need a Dewey button for the longest journey ever made to Artfest– maybe a sash and a crown, a bouquet of congratulations. I feel over-pink, saddle sore, like a blister. I need release. I need relief. Sleep. But oh the journey […]