Living a non-linear life

I've been bickering with myself lately, staying up late to hold conversations of condescention in my head, losing my way on long dwelling walks that feel like the stickiness of honey on my fingers. The city does this to me. It reflects clutter off the pavement like mid-July heat. It rings in my ears until I am …

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mornings in desa ban

The clouds part for a moment and I can spot my mountain, the towering volcano that has shaped and colored and comforted my entire life in Bali.  The sun hasn't come up yet but already the world is bright.  Roosters crow the dawn and the hum of crickets fills the air.  I curl my legs …