I am a storyteller. I aspire to be a literary writer of travels and life. I document my travels when I have them, and I share them with you. I have been lucky to go places, and often I happen upon a place by accident. I think, "I'll go this way" or "I don't know where I'm going" or "will I ever go anywhere", then suddenly or sometimes slowly overtime, I find I have made it to some place spectacular. It is this gift of arrival and gift of journey that influences my writing. I'm grateful, and I'd like to write about the places and the events that I am grateful to have seen and experienced.
I am an accidental vagabond.
Warlord sits on the stone loop of my heart He waves his dirty hand in my face singing hallelujah.
Warlord is like a clock ticking, the seconds pop like brilliant bombs, laying waste to the enemies of our past and our future.
He is my rage, whittling sticks into knives, drawing a bow and grasping weapons of the new gods. No longer steel blades but metal bullets faster than superman superman is dead now.
We have no heroes only warlords. We see green greed, University greed, corporate greed, land greed leaders rotted to the roots educators dried out from diverged rivers.
My stone heart tossed shatters against the hard earth of a dry riverbed as the warlord rages on singing hallelujah all the way home.
Wee wee wee wee.
He's left me with nothing like he always has.
Terracotta Warriors; photo taken by Adrienna Ogin 2013 in Xian, Shaanxi Province, China
A Chatoyant Fleck 