I live in Portugal. An ocean away from my native country, customs and language. After a year, I was weary of not knowing anything – or that’s how I felt. I had acute sensations of separation, isolation and loneliness. I…
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I LIKE BIKE
Tagged with: bicycles, bikes, Colorado, electric bikes, folding bikes, journal, learning, leisure, portugal, setúbal, tourists, travel
Posted in Leisure travel freedom, Living abroad, road trip
Posted in Leisure travel freedom, Living abroad, road trip
View from another’s shoes
Blowhard I was young Lively curious Loving the outdoors Because it nurtured me I was young Fragile brittle Hating classes and books Because they humiliated me As more was expected My Self became squashed Tumbling ever deeper Into “idiot” label…
Tagged with: blowhard, bully, compassion, emotional pain, poetry, self respect, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
Skin Game
SKIN GAME The skin separates from the onion After losing moisture And drying out It breaks free, becoming papery thins That scamper out the openings Of their wire basket home Floating weightlessly to the floor When the breeze breezes…
Chance Encounter
Last month, when my sister visited, we took a personal tour of the Arrábida natural park with Nuno Duarte. He is very professional and also has a big heart. This is his story of an encounter with an abandoned baby…
Tagged with: Arrábida, compassion, journal, kindness, Lapa da Santa Margarida, nature, photography, poetry, portugal, setúbal, snapshots, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
progress
From our balcony, we view a lovely pastoral scene of a stone farmhouse, occasional grazing sheep and a stone wall next to a stream. This area is designated for an extensive renovation into a city park containing two lakes. So,…
a poetry aside
On a morning walk the other day, I commented on a scene we encountered. Wayne said, “that’s very poetic, you should write that down.” And so I did. He helped me considerably as an editor and advisor. I think I…
Tagged with: aging buildings, decaying buildings, history, morning glory, poetry, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
Posted in Living abroad, writing
Barbarams
Wayne
