Stuff, Things, and Accumulation

I was watching an episode of a television show via iTunes where a guy is packing up his desk after a few years (Halt and Catch Fire S2 E1 if anyone cares). This reminded me of doing the same thing when I packed up my cubicle at EALA back in 2012. When I was packing…

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Syracuse, Sicily

On my roadtrip around Southern Italy, I decided that I wanted to go to Sicily. I figured I should go at least briefly, since I’d be so close when rounding the coast of Calabria. I thought about a variety of options, a quick ferry ride without my car to Messina for the day, or a…

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The Struggle: A Narrative Poem

Written on my patio in Latchi, Cyprus. The Struggle Sitting outside reading, I heard a thump in the grass. Something had fallen from the sky. A small bird? My first thought seemed unlikely. But then, yea, it moved! A tiny little thing of a bird, pink skin showing through with but little plumage to speak…

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Arrivederci Italia

So long, Italy. I’m leaving Italy this morning. I’ve been here for 45 days and it’s been truly fantastic. I had been wanting to come to Italy for a longer trip for several years now. I think the fact that I couldn’t get what I considered a long enough trip in before is why I…

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The Pizza of Naples

One of the true highlights of my time in Naples was the pizza. Seriously. I really liked Naples in general, as you can read in my other posts on it. But the pizza really did stand out. I spent another day there in between my time in Southern Italy and Florence and ate two more…

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A Poem: Cloistered

While waiting out the rain before leaving the Basilica of Santa Croce in Florence, I sat outside waiting for it to let up before leaving. I ended up writing a poem while sitting there, so figured I’d post it. First poem I’ve written in a number of years. Cloistered Rain falling heavily on roses. I…

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Whistling on the Streets of Florence

While in a corner of the Piazza Duomo in Florence, I hear a sing song chorus of whistles moving down the street. It’s a nice, melodic, multi-note whistle that is repeated down the street to my right, it makes it sound like it’s moving along the street, or echoing majestically off into the distance. I…

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