Ecuador 2018  

April 8, 2018

The Jungle

Sometimes I'd look up to you for so long my neck would hurt.

You taught me how to listen while I was

Sloshing around in your footprints,

Sliding over your roots.

I learned from everything holding everything else up.

Tell me stories about your lovers

(some are long dead and gone)

then remind me that nothing's ever really dead or gone.

Delight as I tilt my head at your trees that walk

only so they could pause and grow in m...

April 6, 2018

     Nighttime in the jungle is dark, aside from the fireflies and occasional glow of a headlamp. When you had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you could either grab your headlamp, put some shoes on and take a stroll to to the toilet, or go off the side of the hut. The huts were raised about five feet off the ground. As a female with corresponding lady parts,  I'd found my preferred method of squatting off the...

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