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Storypath/Cuentocamino: September 2014
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Kawa Dojo and Stones That Cry Out. Links to this post. Three River Suiseki Storypath. Placing light next to light. That had to be waited for. These millions of years,. Wearing down, wearing away,. Then waiting for me. Of famous California rivers. I get to three of them—. Smith, Klamath, Trinity,. And one found creek—Dry Scrabble. Off the Smith—. I get a small patch of each. By hard, slow driving, and guess work,. Then maybe get an hour on each. Links to this post. If we were ready. I don’t know. The Kern...
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: OPENING THE MOUNTAIN
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ON A PICNIC BENCH. 8220;And Karen, does she abide? On a picnic bench. And sliced (cold) watermelon. With Karen. This,. The third picnic bench. We’ve sat at with meals. Walking in tall grass,. The man we were with,. Our host’s voice. Out of the 19. In the American grain,. 8220;And Karen, does she abide? We walk in silence. As I think about the word. And all who might use it. Along with all who have. 8220;Karen, she is the Starship.”. SONGS SHE DON’T KNOW. SHE DON’T KNOW. SHE DON’T KNOW, BABY,. And how I w...
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: Towards a More Personal Mask: Narraciones Boruca
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Towards a More Personal Mask: Narraciones Boruca. Boruca artist Jaime Gonzalez Morales and Jahel Quiroz narrate boruca traditions and mask making with Jim Bodeen at Casa Concordia in San Jose, Costa Rica, while presenting individual masks and art created by Jaime. Storypath/Cuentocamino, July, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). BREATHING WITH THE HOMELESS. THE MUSIC FROM VIET NAM. Letters to Bowbells, North Dakota. The School That Never Closes. Sobremesa con Marcos / After dinner talk with Mark.
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: February 2015
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Temple at High Camp. He hears the music. Father’s voice in his brother's. He doesn’t hear words. YOUR BODY FATHER, BEFORE ME AGAIN. To see your body, Dad,. After all these years. I was a boy. We were still in North Dakota. And here it is again. In the body of my brother. In and out of the shower. Himself a man in his 60s. You in your 30s. When last I saw you. Naked in the kitchen. In from the basement. Mom would heat water. What I see again. This is a Bible story. 24 February—27 February 2015. BLUEBERRY ...
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: May 2015
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The Eschaton and the Subtleties. It’s good to say. It’s good to hold off some, too. Hold off as long as you can. LOOKING AT A MAP. TO SEE WHERE I’VE BEEN,. To see where my wife. Has taken me. She is the navigator. Using the new technology. Sitting. On the blue railing at the school. To come running out to meet me,. The man who moved into my old house. Walks up, taking me away. From the blue line and the arrow. That says, You are here. He has taken. Out the heritage roses, throwing them. Being pulled into...
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: October 2014
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Star Dust On My Fingertips: Letter to Cynthia Moe-Lobeda. STAR DUST ON MY FINGERTIPS: LETTER TO CYNTHIA MOE-LOBEDA. ON EVIL, LOVE, COMPLICITY, ETHICS, JUSTICE & NEIGHBORS. 8212;for my brother, Chuck, and his wife, Lena Bodeen. 8220;We, as every other thing, living and nonliving, are offspring of the same parent that flared forth some 13.7 billion years ago in the cosmic event known as the ‘big bang.’”. 8212;Cynthia Moe-Lobeda, Resisting Structural Evil: Love as Ecological Economic Vocation. One of the ga...
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: July 2015
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SO MUCH SNOW THEN. In the early morning poems. Of Robert Bly, deer everywhere. In the dense grove of the beloved. Further away, in North Dakota,. My father plugs in the Plymouth. Battery running from the house. So the engine won’t freeze. During the night. Even then,. My frozen breath on the window. My brother is walking again. Grief enters this time. As a better friend. All morning with cold coffee. White birch trees Bob Dylan songs. Two still leaves sunburned. Why this popcorn ride! Links to this post.
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: CONCENTRIC CIRCLES
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Underneath the house of god. Is another house, you can smell. The chiles cooking in the kitchen,. The sizzling ones in oil. These are the olores coming up. From below. Here now, patas de rana,. In gold. Dos caras, two faces,. Divine flavors in chile,. Entering through the twin nostril gates. Desde humano a un animal. From human to animal. For the old caciques. From human to animal. From human to spirit. Men born from ashes. Women born from cacao. The invitation to this house. Come from the man of god.
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: April 2015
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Tiny Leaves, Small Petals. 8212;In memory of Sharon Muth, bonsai instructor. 8220;Jim, how long have you had that wire. On that Shimpaku Juniper? 8220;A couple of weeks.”. 8220;Take it all off.”. THE HAT HAD PROBLEMS. It wasn’t uniform, hospital CO said. Get that hat off your head, Sergeant. A colonel, but not a doctor, the CO. And keep it off. That was how trouble. Surfaced. MASH hospitals. Couldn’t handle the number of casualties. Two evac hospitals in Qui Nhon. Over-run with our own wounded. Lebonski ...
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Storypath/Cuentocamino: Color Morada, que tomaba Cristo
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Color Morada, que tomaba Cristo. Wake between times and doors. Swinging and then, she asks,. What are you doing? And you try to tell her. What is rumpled now. Will never be straight. Underneath the House of God,. Morning breeze, sounds of the city. Waking. Enter through open windows—. Este es el fenómeno de honrar. El espíritu de los gatos—. This is fascination with cats and gold. Sabor de papaya, that’s what this is,. El reino animal. Tail extending. Beyond the anus, crossing Bering Strait. Of Jahel set...