India: A photo journal

India: A photo journal

It began and ended in Mumbai. Our trip lasted nearly 3 months, and took us around India from top to bottom. When we started we had no idea what we were getting into, and when we finished we could hardly believe that it was already over. Here’s a few photos from along the way: The … Continue reading

Because of the Cave Dwelling Yogis

Because of the Cave Dwelling Yogis

After dashing through Rajasthan and making a brief visit to Manali, Khala and I decided to stop in Rishikesh for 3 weeks to complete a 200 hour yoga teacher training course with the World Peace Yoga School. For the last ten days (and for 10 more to come) we have risen from bed at 6 … Continue reading

Living and Learning in Rajasthan

Living and Learning in Rajasthan

A few things I’ve learned from train-packing through Rajasthan: 1) To use travel agent or not to use travel agent (still undecided) Trains can be tricky to book in India. Depending on the destination they may be booked full well in advance. Learning this we decided to put our faith in a travel agent who … Continue reading

Normalizing

Normalizing

On our first day in Mumbai we walked along a narrow road as auto rickshaws zoomed by. We being my girlfriend and travel partner (we’ll call her Khala, because that is her name), a roommate from our guesthouse named Bishu, and myself. We passed by dogs picking through a huge pile of trash, an old … Continue reading

An Astronomical Poem

Good morning, lanes of black dust   Good morning lanes of black dust escaping into space at a furious rate You have rotation plus gravity lanes of black dust glowing gas all around what are those spots? Stars, they are in you lanes of black dust they’re lost in the glare which we always call … Continue reading

Tenderloin Steppin’

I woke up from a dream in which I’d been sobbing. In the dream I’d traveled north to find my brother and my mom and my childhood dog. My dream took place in the time just before we had put him to sleep, and I was petting him, saying my farewells. I rolled over and … Continue reading

Welcome Home (a bus ride)

Welcome Home (a bus ride)

“Please hold on,” chimes the familiar, robotic voice as the bus begins to move again. I close my eyes lightly and take a deep breath. This sensation, this whole scene is all too familiar. Riding the Muni bus downtown in San Francisco. For me, it’s the same ride I’ve been taking for 3 years. But … Continue reading

Things implicating things

So much to be seen in the spaces we occupy a wide room covered in clutter that upon closer inspection tells a story of active existences intersecting. A haphazard bowl of scrap foil holding fresh red and yellow cherry-sized plums. Amidst the wreckage of empty bottles, ash and art supplies that tell of the destructive … Continue reading