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37. Trying to Learn Something New at Twenty-Three
In Auckland, I learned what color the yolk of an egg is meant to be And in the Longwood Forest, I learned how to listen And heard a voice I’ll never not know Just after Arrowtown, I learned how to sleep In the surface of Lake Wānaka, I saw myself for the first time And just before Highland Creek Hut,…
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36. Trying to Get Caught in the Rain at Twenty-Three
When did you stop playing in the rain? On my final morning in New Zealand, I quivered in boat pose on the beach as the hour’s imminent rain began falling. It was gentle at first. I stayed until it became steady and cold. And I smiled at a memory; the kind that floats past from the camera’s perspective; the kind…
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35. Another Poem: Sitting on the bus on the 10th of March
Shimmering fingers knitting quickly in the windowObserved in reverse A reflection ahead I find myself on the edge yet again One more day of me We three strangers in the jet-black seaThree times underneathFuzzy and barefoot on the pavementThe blisters sting this morning A March to the New Moon A salute to MoanaAnd to me,TooOne more day of meReminders often…
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34. Trying to Be Dan Levy at Twenty-Three
In a podcast* episode promoting his new film* Dan Levy said things that solidified to me my own purpose. I am meant to write. And it’s a truth onto which I keep circling back And it is my worst fear that I will not take the steps to realize my dream. My calling? My purpose? My what-I-am-meant-to-do. Because it is…
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33. Another Poem
Steer Straight, Adrenaline Junkie the big they, the capital Theysay something likeTo feel alive, one must inch close to deathThey call it a game but the waiting seems to me quite seriousThey say the clock always ticks the same So it must be me who has changed, I guessBecause the last feels different from the firstMonths become days in a…
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32. Trying to Offer Something Useful at Twenty-Three
This morning I peered my head out from my cocoon (my top bunk at the Atlantis Backpackers Accommodation) to find that last night’s commotion I thought to be a dream had in fact resulted in what lay at the foot of the 6-rung-ladder, the first of many obstacles between me and the toilets. The woman who was, when I laid…
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Intermission: A Poem
Do you remember the lesson on colloids? Shame sits solidshoulder-heightmilky ormurky, maybe impassable or perhaps impenetrable a cozy mystery, reallyI end as I began:ahead of myself alone in the fogunsure of all but my own two feetand my tongue behind my bottom row of teeth
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31. Trying to Fail Forward at Twenty-Three
Quitting! Giving up! That’s right! You heard it here first folks! I will not be finishing this through-hike! *GASP* Well, I will be finishing it! In fact I am quite close to being finished with it. I think it’s safe to say my finish line falls just a bit short of the supposed “real” finish line is all. “WHY?!?!?!?!?” I…
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30. Trying to Talk Money at Twenty-Three
Today is the last day of January and despite my Trying To buy only the necessities, I am on my way to buy a wee candle and press it into a wee dessert and celebrate one whole month of my traveling a way I have never before travelled. Because this sort of celebration is, well, necessary. Things I didn’t expect…
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29. Te Araroa Journal Entry 25.01.24
One slice of cheese, atop one multigrain cracker and beneath one pitted green olive One each I watch Arlene prepare a hut snack for herself and her partner, my mouth watering. Cheese and crackers a luxury that reminds me of home and of some pretend Mediterranean vacation I could be on. *I would, in fact, go on to purchase and…
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