Headed West_Kerplunks written in the month of Luglio_A Breath of Fresh Air_The River That Led Me To
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Headed West
The three brothers packed their things. Jacob Chu, the eldest, was taking inventory of all the essentials. The middle brother, Joseph, did the same for his own personal effects; double checking that his essentials were packed in place. All who was left was the youngest brother, Jordan, who printed multiple maps from MapQuest. He used a highlighter to show the path they brothers needed to go from Atlanta to Santa Fe. If the path is to be believed, they would be on the road for a minimum of 20 hours ignoring traffic and time. In reality, Jacob was expecting to be in New Mexico in at least two t...
Kerplunks written in the month of Luglio
With closed eyes I hear the sound of a kerplunk coming from somewhere in the lake, the classic sound of kerplunk and splash, and hearing this sound brings a few scattered thoughts to the surface of my mind. I think of the interview, which I’ve watched at least ten times on Youtube, between Neal Cassidy and Allen Ginsberg. Both, well into their years by the time of the recording, are not so keen on each other, or so it seems. The reasons are given, somewhat sporadically, by Neal. He responds to Allen’s questions in a non-committal way, lighting a cigarette and glancing around at the small audie...
A Breath of Fresh Air
“Higgins, you’re going to be on corridor four. Don’t worry, the ones down there aren’t too crazy. Corridor three is the one to watch out for though, so you might hear some scrwww.onedoor.cceams. Schwartzman, you’re on two. Everybody else, business as usual. Any questions?” Higgins opened his mouth to ask the first of a dozen questions when Stevens slammed the clipboard back on the counter and said, “Good!” before he turned around and walked back to his office. “Hey, don’t sweat it, man. Corridor four is an easy one.” Higgins looked over to see Sanders clap him on the back. This wasn’t exactly comforting sin...
The River That Led Me To Gold
The warmth of it on my skin as I lay half inside my sleeping bag beckoned me awake. As I lay still half asleep and groggy I felt those gentle, peaceful rays lightly kissing my face and arms. The promise of a new day has shown itself to be true. I've spent many nights, even as a child, laying in wait for the sunrise to wake my weary mind. I sleep so well on that mountain side. I've always been in love with those majestic mountains. I've hiked many trails, and have even blazed some of my own."God, how are you so creative and masterful to create such beauty?" As I spoke, I looked out into the adj...