Travel notes


I step off the edge of the cliff.
Give up the ghost.
Set off to locate the North Pole.
My chest glows in the dark.

Tears roll down these cheeks when they are not seen.
These eyes do see.
The man that I am.
Always hit the ground face first.

Forget how to use my mouth.
And how to hold this cup of coffee.
Trip over pebbles.
It is not always easy to buy stamps.

And I just don't know.
I never buy return tickets.
On my way to you.



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Written on 2006-11-27 at 23:13

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Rob Graber
This is a really intriguing and probing piece. I particularly admire "It is not always easy to buy stamps."
2006-12-06


Phyllis J. Rhodes
I love the clues and angst in these lines that draw me to you and what your story might be. I feel a very young man struggling to find himself and his story. There is some pain in the discovering process. but let it not be pain so discouraging that you are stopped. I see hope here to because you do have a goal. Keep writing and keep looking. God's got your back.
2006-11-28