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I spent three years living in the bottom of the sea, staring out my window at slanted stripes of black and blue. This decision prompted scorn and confusion in my urban community. Such a thing just isn’t done, you know. People need people. But people were my problem.
Easter Mourning
a poem for Sri Lanka (and us)
City stunned, scarred
By sons of spice tycoon
Church pew gash
Glass shard mandala
Run home, run home
Sequestered citizens
Breathe bold faced news
In power cut gaps
As people who look like me
From island country flee
Cyclone horizon
Turbulent terror
Worship, tremble, weep
In churches, mosques and temples
On prayer mat
And boulder flat
Embrace your love
And hold your breath
Pray and pity us
On island country free
First published in April, 2019. I lived with my family in Kandy, at the heart of Sri Lanka. We love our adopted country. We describe the country as lush and beautiful and the people as warm and cheerful. These violent attacks confuse and horrify us. We mourn with all people the hurt and pain we humans inflict upon ourselves again and again.
Upon spotting an old lover outside the coffee shop, slow your steps. Give yourself time to note his hat, the notebook in this hand, the espresso cup beside him before he lifts is head and meets your gaze.
Imagine how honored I felt when asked to speak on the main stage at Geekwire's Startup Day? The request made me giddy. I've long admired the Geekwire crew and the articles they produce. They needed someone with expertise in failure. Uh, thanks for thinking of me guys.
If I were to imagine a sleepy kind of paradise, it would come very close to Funchal, Portugal. The perfect position of this town on the island of Madeira many hundreds of nautical miles from Africa, and even more from Europe allow not only for year-round temperate weather, but also an isolated, slower passage through the pricklier points of our societal advancement.
Seven days at sea. Not at all like the steamship crossings of Hemingway and Twain, where attendants empty daily chamber pots and passengers were offered "cocaine lozenges" to ease the symptoms of seasickness.
Will you make me rich? Drape me in leisure.
Satiate my hunger with rare cuts of bovine flanks?
Whom will I lose and whom will I gain?
Will it bother me if my sister finds you odd,
The brave leap my teenage daughter and I took last year that changed our lives forever. Wake up, I told myself. You will not get these months back. Her childhood is a finite resource. So we made a deal.
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