Tag: travel photography
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October
tears keepspilling from my eyeslike monsoonin october night skies. i check the wound periodically. it was healing before, why does it look a little infected?i bandage it back up. train station interceptions, phone calls that shatter. a karmic seed now joins meon parallel life/death lines,“pull yourself together girl, you’re late for the show.” a pulsating cry, “i want to go home.”himalayan hills, tibetan…
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golden hour pacific northwest coast (postcards from canada)
they want me to be someone i am not.somedays i can play,somedays i cannot. i think they love me lesswhen i cannot. if i could, i would. but i can’t. i am so so sotired. i think i would like to waitfor someone who sees me as i am.the sunshineand the moonlight. is that alright?it was alot to lose.…
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burrard inlet (postcards from canada)
i arrive, granville island. my hair is down, long blonde hair softly curled. pops of undertone baby pink peak out from the bottom, whisperings of “i felt sad and needed color.” i’m dressed in my favourite dress, peachy pink with floral blues.i even do my makeup too, soft and subtle, but intentional. a pop of glitter white in the corners…
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sea to sky highway (postcards from canada)
“cmon, Kerri, we’re picking you up in an hour! we’ve got a surprise for you.” oh. i want to say no. i’m so tired. still, i should go. i don’t want to let them down. a campus pickup, in a silver rav 4. canadian nostalgia. i sit in the back seat. i watch city scenesevaporateto forest green..ocean blue..and mountain high. familiar territories, we…
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Goa (Into the Bardo)
xxxviii an ashram, i sink into, not knowingthe outcome. blackbird says, “be here now”and i listen. i don’t know what to do. so i do what i do best, i flee. i escape into Goan waters, it goes to my mid thighs, each wave, a resurgence, a remembering. i’m stripped down,to an olive green bikiniwith my blonde hairdripping wet with sea salt and grief. …
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