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The Struggle Towards Unattachment.

The Buddha said that attachment is the source of all suffering. I used to think that meant that people should not love people or things, or have feelings, like the image of some naked ascetic on a mountain top. I have come to realize that, at least for me, this “ideal”  is impossible. I love…

The Drive to Create

For a long time now, I have been bemoaning my lack of inspiration, my creative blockages, and my growing desperation that my soul was lost forever, shriveled into a tiny walnut-shell of its former succulent self. Last summer, I traveled to Peru, and while it was incredible (I took 3,000 pictures) it did not kickstart…

Under Construction

I am so excited to introduce my new website, an extension of my original WordPress blog. Stay tuned for new blog posts, and information on my exciting new project, Poetas Sin Fronteras (Poets Without Borders) San Jose! I certainly hope I can inspire myself to do a little less Facebooking and a LOT more blogging…

Confessions of A Teenage Fungus

I just peered into the past today. In my 20s, my then-partner had ten years of my poems tape-bound into a thick volume. 10 years of poems, ranging from 1982-1993. That covers ages 13-24, prime poem-producing years, to be sure. This volume, entitled Confessions of a Teenage Fungus,  contains around 350 poems. Looking back over this…

Making it Mine

My “new” car is my husband’s old car; it just worked out that way. I now drive the same car as nearly every middle aged Indian man in San José. A gray (or silver) Honda (or Toyota, or BMW), which it makes it nearly impossible to find my car in any parking lot, including the…

Carlos, Carlos

In the last year or so, kids at my school  have started to play this game called “Charlie Charlie” which supposedly exposes the presence of paranormal entities by putting two pencils in an X shape on a piece of paper with “yes” and “no” on it (or sometimes without the paper at all, if one…