This is a poem about when life comes zooming brakeless into and through your life, and you don’t collide, yet you’re touched and left scuffed – Alex Nichols.[mehr erfahren…]
Thick scabs of thoughts–some that had long-term nestled on my awareness and created the story of my life–cracked open and fell from my mind back into the ether. This allowed my awareness to expand like a balloon, commune and reunite with God–the unlabeled, dancing, swirling, flowing Here and Now…[mehr erfahren…]
Rurrenabaque, Bolivia. Somewhere deep in the jungle…
I crouched on the hay-covered panoply underneath the makeshift palapa, smoke blowing up my nostrils from the crackling hearth. I was in hell, swirling through the depths of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. As I fell deeper and deeper into a bottomless hole, I opened my eyes and saw reality for the first time.[mehr erfahren…]
Ecuador, Refugio Terra La Esperanza
The brakes bit hard, the bus squeaked and stopped. I looked down to the left. Between the tires and the mud-covered edge were only centimeters. I tried to spot the bottom. Not possible. Dense fog clouded my view. I estimate it would have been a 300 meter free fall.[mehr erfahren…]
He calls himself a writer, but does not practice. Instead, he checks Facebook, emails, Instagram, and Facebook, again.[mehr erfahren…]
Quito, Ecuador. After a Marlboro and tepid coffee.
We humans are a weird species.
As far as I know, we are the only species capable of acting against our own best interests.[mehr erfahren…]
By the fireplace, somewhere in Ecuador.
We Westerners are doomed.
From an early age, we learn to compare ourselves. We are told that, in order to get ahead in life, we need to be better than our peers. No one knows why, really.[mehr erfahren…]
This is the story of Jojo, a toothless South African street child who found happiness in a, by all means, hopeless situation in life…[mehr erfahren…]