I’ve been trying to see color
where there is only monochrome.
I am weary by this photo.
But I have only it, for reconciliation
between my imagination and my history.
A panicked helicopter above
22 Gia Long Street,
an American trying to help.
But with just one arm extended
for a hundred desperate eyes,
I wonder what came next?
Time ages the generations.
Ours is kept at distance
from the story
of what happened.
Think of all that sorrow:
Our fathers’ and mothers’ words
still buried memories
waiting for their first breath.
Is that all that’s left?
I’m clutching for what to say,
if only I could ask:
where were you that day?
Kale in flight, what do you do?
I know I will see Paris again. I hope it's soon.
During my first 3 days at the new job, I've spent over 7 hours in meetings or conference calls
When I'm at the ocean, I'm a free and wild spirit; like I could run away and never look back.
Weekend essentials: Surf, sun, & peanut butter sandwiches. @hurley #mydayinla
The case to end bucket lists.
We are amalgams of innumerable thoughts, experiences, and sensitivities
Do "boring" things when you travel.