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Travelogue Excerpt – Muli Monastery to Wachang

What follows is an excerpt from my email travelogue, which I send every week or two while I’m on the road. To subscribe to the mailing list, follow this link. This was originally written on October 16 and sent out October 26. Day 5: Muli Monastery – Wachang I wake up to a loud voice: “Jasper, Jasper!” It takes me a little while to sort out where I am. The off-white sky crossed by two black stripes; the cocoon of impossibly perfect warmth. “Jasper!” I sit up and unzip the tent and then the condensation-damp fly. Outside Jasi and Tsien-lu are bundled up… Read More »Travelogue Excerpt – Muli Monastery to Wachang

Travelogue Excerpt – Kunming to Muli Monastery

What follows is an excerpt from my email travelogue, which I send every week or two while I’m on the road. To subscribe to the mailing list, follow this link. This installment was originally sent out on October 12, 2015.  DAY ZERO: KUNMING My twenty-fifth birthday. Buy apples, pomegranates, toilet paper, a bar of laundry soap, and a tiny towel. Wash clothes by hand on roof terrace of hostel. Shower and shampoo my hair. Attempt to get SIM card for phone at China Mobile, unsuccessfully. I am terrified. My stomach on its own is clenching and occasionally its muscles buzz, like a phone.… Read More »Travelogue Excerpt – Kunming to Muli Monastery

Travelogue Excerpt – San Francisco to Hong Kong

What follows is an excerpt from my email travelogue, which I send every week or two while I’m on the road. To subscribe to the mailing list, follow this link. This was originally sent out on September 28, 2015.     I. THE DAY OF DEPARTURE My adventure officially started the morning of September 22nd, a Tuesday. Tuesdays are exceptional days, alone in the whole week for not having an important symbolic position. They are neither beginning nor end, not a mid-point, not penultimate. Holidays tend to avoid them. Nobody’s given Tuesday a cute name like “Hump Day,” nor has Rebecca Black mentioned… Read More »Travelogue Excerpt – San Francisco to Hong Kong

writing

Stories . “The Knife Speaks” – The Azure Gift, June 2019 “A White Male Writer” – Your Impossible Voice, January 2018. “The Body Is An Object” – Juked, December 2017. “Sodium Light” – 7×7, collaboration with Corinne Chaix, July 2017. “An Emerging Writer” – Golden State 2017: The Best New Writing From California. “The Blood-Sex Iconostasis” – Joyland San Francisco, December 2016. “Elsewheriad” and “Checklist” – Permasummer, Winter 2016. . Poems . “The Liveliest of Several Seeps,” “Fiction Presents Her Closing Statement,” and “Tidepool Haiku” – Mendocino Arts Magazine, Spring 2019 “Cat Gone Two Weeks” – Mendocino County Anthology 2016, Fall 2016 “Society of Scribblers” – MPITS website, Fall… Read More »writing

This Blog Post Will Delete Itself

This being my fourth or fifth attempt at blogospherical brilliance, here’s a post that I will delete just as soon as there is something better to put down. Perhaps a beautiful poem that I don’t think can be published anywhere else? Maybe a silly story about myself? Maybe something from the archives? I can hardly expect this blog to sop up too much of my time. However, I would like to build a small body of work out there in netlandia. I would like to be just famous enough that people say, Who is that guy again, I’ve heard that name… Read More »This Blog Post Will Delete Itself

Traveler

. Sometimes I travel, and sometimes I write about these travels. This way I can entertain my friends and also perform that special process of transforming my experience by thinking and writing about it. You can receive my writer’s diary in your email inbox by subscribing at this link. . . selected travelogues . Travelogue 1: San Francisco to Hong Kong Travelogue 2: Kunming to Muli Monastery Travelogue 3: Muli Monastery to Wachang Travelogue 4: Wachang to Litang Travelogue 6: Two Tibetan Print Houses Travelogue 7: The Amateur Mountaineers Travelogue 8: Three Ecstatic Moments

Mr. Buff

. This is the end of the line. All that’s left is Mr. Buff. And he’s in the middle of a mud bath.