My inspiration for travel to India was my mother’s trip to India the year following my father’s death. She ended up traveling alone for nine months to all parts of India. It was in the 1970s where e-mail was yet on the global scene. She wrote … Continue reading
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Even though some may interpret what I will recount as negative, it is not intended that way. I believe that to understand India, you need to travel by train at least three times with at last one overnight train. It … Continue reading
So much assaults the senses on landing in a city teeming with people, auto rickshaws, lying dogs and great contrasts. To say that beauty is everywhere doesn’t do the city or its great mass of humanity justice. … Continue reading
On the flight of an angel. How high do they fly? Birds fly into the sky. Plates fly in Greek Tavernas. Flight of the Bumble Bee. Is pie in the sky a flight? Butterflies fly over Iguassu Falls.
Sumi Bird ©2013 by Janet Brugos Dreams Day dreams are goals. Night dreams are conflict resolutions. I have used both To enjoy some magnificent adventures. starting with My trip to Europe with my Girl Scout Troop at age sixteen. I … Continue reading
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Hands Off Hands up. Hands down. Hand it over. Hand it off, Hand it down. Blood On my hands. It is O u t O f m y h a n d s. by Janet Brugos Oakland, CA … Continue reading
Navimag Ferry In 2005, I decided to take a trip to South America. I could avoid a cold Colorado winter. It was more economical to travel than to paying the heating costs for an old house and a lot more … Continue reading
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Whirling Words Why are words whirling Around in my head? Whistling, wondering, whining. A good word, a soft word, a sweet word. Word’s out. No word. Harsh word. Where o where have my little words gone? Out of mind, out … Continue reading
Wind in the Ice Caves Wind blows round my empty heart Spreading through all the ice caves. Wind chilling even Passion’s fire. Wind not stopping. Wind dispersing My emotions. Up, down, around The stalactites. Breathing into Every vein. Wind chilling … Continue reading
Word Attack Sometimes I have words flying at me Entering my brain Trying to make sentences. Releasing themselves From mind over full to flow on pages. Filling them with marks and dots. Occasionally making a complete thought. Otherwise making scatters … Continue reading