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End-o on My Yellow Trek

Passage 20. The yellow back wheel rises up, up, up past the tipping point. I can see mica flakes on[…]

Passage 19 If Cairo were in a traffic-free calm, I would exchange it for your poetic calm. Spurting fountains splash[…]

Passage 18 Dust and frenetic traffic cloud my calm. I exchange them for al-Azhar’s green calm. The Park’s public[…]

Passage 17. Hommage à François Villon Street photographer and drifter, Boulevardier and flâneur, I crave to engage the city. That’s the[…]

Climbers at Monserrat Passage 16. The holy mount is refusing me, a godless turtle swimming in the sea,[…]

Passage 15. I am Jebel Musa. Another night of pilgrims trudges up me at 2 A. M., their time. My[…]

He bends his neck double preening a stubborn spot balancing on a high budding branch aloof, unemboldened by Charlotte’s glimpsing[…]

Passage 14. “Prudently, we make a campfire in a circle near water, and rest at this mountain.” At least[…]

Passage 13. This is the best hike I’ve ever been on. This is the worst hike I’ve ever endured.[…]

Passage 12. I. “Four point one miles” announces Mystic with cryptic smiles. “Not a frantic hike up arctic Mt. Washington[…]