Honu

Honu

Honu Smearing warm spit on my dive mask, almost over the fact this is gross—at least it’s my spit. The guy at the dive shop says saliva is the best at keeping the glass fog-free. (easily accessed, abundantly available, he says) The mouth piece of the snorkel...

The value of Fifty Dollars

Vomit clean up $50, the message to riders in the back of my Chicago cab says.  Will they take a credit card, I wonder? Unconsciously I sniff deep and long, a clumsy human attempt to replicate what canines master in their sleep.   I can’t smell vomit,...
Motorcycle Whisper

Motorcycle Whisper

It wasn’t until I got hit by a truck on my motorcycle I considered buying a holiday trailer.  (The trailer is another story – stay tuned).  It was the day following the accident I decided.   Oh, I wasn’t hurt.  I could have been killed, probably...
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