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Meet at the Duomo at noon. That’s what Danny and I agreed upon before I left with my boyfriend in the early hours of the night.
Stumbling away from the hostel now, I'm sobbing, hugging backbones, looping to cobblestone — the slamming of the door the last thought through his head — the slamming of the door the last thought through his head — the slamming of the door the last thought through his head — the —
I'm sleeping on a balcony in a hotel room next to a boy overlooking Mykonos when my friend Danny slides the door open.
"We're good," he says, tightening his belt all the way to the last notch. The boy turns to wrap his arm around me. Danny slides the door closed again. The sun has already risen over the Mediterranean. I hear Danny and the guy he picked up, Rick, making the bed. Club music still vibrating the floor from below. I took ginseng and caffeine pills only a few hours ago. I don't think I've slept. It's too cold for an island.
"We have to go," I whisper into the boy's ear. "Danny's finished paying for the room."
A few hours ago Rick was freaking out that we might be a bunch of robber-kids tricking him into letting us stay the night. Danny and I had made a deal that we would take turns in securing places to sleep. This was his night. He found Rick by the beach.
"Bag," boy says. I find it by the edge of the balcony. He unzips the front pocket and takes out a bottle of Vyvanse, swallows one and pours another into my bottle.
Travel Trash: After Hours to Kuwait
Travel Trash: After Hours to Kuwait
It’s 5 AM and Friday and I’m flying out to Kuwait. This day does not exist for me. I’m sprawled out against the window seat, the hours of the day melting like magic into Krishna-blue sky. I put two fingers to my lips in an invisible cigarette.
The whole back of the plane is mine, and I look over to make sure no one else is on. We’ve stopped in London to refuel in a rain-creased sky. I can only…
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What's Good? Happy Independence Day, India!
What’s Good? Happy Independence Day, India!
India:
Madrasapattinam: Happy Independence Day, India!
Watch online here:
http://www.veoh.com/watch/v20962500WmX5WnTF
On the Rez:
Sherman Alexie’s Interview with Indian Country Today Media Network (also a good site for all things Native American):
“Because I see the world in poems. To see a poet, that perfect combination of beautiful words and a beautiful voice coming together like that, that’s…
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Monday Massacre
Indiyā, Amen: Lake Baikal Monotone Trans-Siberain. Alone + Lonely. Antidotes + Desires. Bored + Boring. Traveling, Writing + No Rules.
LIFE + DEATH ON THE STREET
Anthony Mangiaracini, 85, of Boca Raton passed away on Friday, June 19, 2015. He was born on December 22, 1929. His was the last child of Mr. And Mrs. George Mangiaracina. They were immigrants from Sicily in the early 1900s.
In 1947, he joined the United States Navy. While serving with the United States Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean, he met, and married his future wife, Yolanda Settegrani.…
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PART 2: “12 Hours in Tijuana: Trafficking Narcotics in Mexico” by Bettina Mangiaracina PART 2: “12 HOURS IN TIJUANA: TRAFFICKING NARCOTICS IN MEXICO”
I had great dreams about oreos on the Trans-Siberian. I also took too much melatonin... Trans-Siberian Oreo Dreams.
“12 Hours in Tijuana: Trafficking Narcotics in Mexico” by Bettina Mangiaracina A two-part piece I wrote for this site, check it out! Some exciting times in Mexico :p
Moving From NYC to Goa, India. The Dawn of a Global Class. What Happens in a Society Where Students Graduate in High Debt Earning Cheap/No Wages? This Is just the start.
Upon graduation next month, I have decided to accept a position working as a writer and producer for a film company in Goa, India. New York has been great, but life here is economically oppressive as it stands now, and I find myself in an environment where I am forced to spend all my time making rent rather than making art, and I don’t quite see the point anymore. Moving to Goa, will allow me to…
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India Video Vignette: Part 2: Indiyā, Amen Quality is eh, watch in HD if possible. Experimenting with this video thing, all new for me.
Last of the Anti-American Posters and Ads found in the "Original Kremlin" in Moscow
Last of the Anti-American Posters and Ads found in the “Original Kremlin” in Moscow
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Part 1: Indiyā, Amen.
Part 1: Indiyā, Amen.
Some footage from Bangalore, India.
Part 2 up next.
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“On a Sahara Run” has been published in NYC’s Olivetree Review Literary + Arts Magazine, Copy Below The Olivetree Review, Literary Magazine, 2015.
I tried to pick Putin’s nose, but was quickly shut down… Another day in Saint Petersberg!
FYI: Anti-American Posters on Sale in Moscow...
FYI: Anti-American Posters on Sale in Moscow…
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