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travelling outside your age (or, an ode to my cool aunt and uncle)
my aunt jane and uncle dave are legends. they grew up in the 50s and 60s and have a million stories from high school in pasadena, california. surfing, playing in bluegrass bands like the smooothies, the heady early days of the rose parade, smoking in the mountains, seeing steve martin with an arrow through his…
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poem from the summer solstice, 2017
the hottest day this year the longest day this year sun glinting white-simmer off a blue peugeot sweaty cyclists and women in too-big sunglasses passing picture windows. me, wood-surrounded in the dispensary, hide from the warm resist the sweat, zest, passion, pure swelter outside reeks wet and heavy, like beijing or LAX in late spring…
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Out here hope remains (on England, coast-to-coast)
I did a lot of preparation for the 84-mile (it turned out to be 97 all-in) trek across England along Hadrian’s Wall National Trail. One of them was to make a playlist, which I titled ‘England, coast-to-coast’. In fact, I never listened to it once during the whole nine-day excursion. But the songs looking back…
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ivinghoe beacon
the top of ivinghoe beacon. all of england is in view, it feels like. a chill wind bristles from the south somewhere. maybe it passed cornwall or the north downs before causing a wave of horripilation under my pink-shell jacket. i climbed a chalky escarpment. boot in front of boot, carefully. then, a directional stone offers some idea of…
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poem from march 27
and at once, a wave hits. you are not here, forever. the tears are bees in my eyes and then i’m battling down borough high street. a chugger mimes at me “earphones out?” i weep in his direction. and for the fifth time this hour emily and amy tell me deliverance has already been sent.…
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Unapologetic: A Diane Keaton phase
I recently lost someone close and dear to me, and that’s not what this post is about. But I have to start it by saying that I am sitting in my garden on what is probably the perfect London day of the year – a balmy 17°C and literally no cloud to be seen. A…
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south downs way
the saturday gone, i embarked on my first solo stroll across the english countryside. previous jaunts have always involved a companion, which is of course a wondrous way to enjoy the british landscape. but mental preparation is surely as important as muscle-building when doing something like walking across an entire country, and so solo excursions were happily added…
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a year of walking
i am not quite sure when the urge to walk at great length became a strong force in my life. i have not always been a walker. i am horse rider. a hiker. i like the mountains. i like to float around in the water without doing much swimming. i love being transported places by…
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Megan Eaves-Egenes 