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Stranded in some skin and bones 10

Posted by Kari on November 23, 2009

take this soul and make it sing

- Au Canada

Thank you to these awesome travel sites for recently featuring peregrine by nature!

Did I waste it? 13

Posted by Kari on May 06, 2009

not so much i couldn’t taste it. life should be fragrant; rooftop to the basement.

-bono

An old book, in my old room, by the light of a kerosene lantern.

‘Who’s gonna drown in your blue sea?’ 8

Posted by Kari on February 23, 2009

The ocean feeds without prejudice on the corrupt and the blameless and spits out bones and shells and sea glass.

‘Take these hands, teach them what to carry’ 11

Posted by Kari on February 02, 2009

i saw muslims worrying their prayer beads, lips moving soundlessly. I saw talibés with their tomato cans, mostly empty. i saw a porter carrying flats of eggs balanced impossibly atop his head. i saw women carrying babies; cats, chicken bones and i saw seagulls with silver flashing fish. and i saw a man with nothing, his arms were outstretched and empty but he carried the weight of the whole world.

‘You’re the reason why the opera is in me’ 10

Posted by Kari on January 22, 2009

Sun is coming up on the ocean 8

Posted by Kari on December 11, 2008

you fall into bed nearly broken, the sorrows and victories of the day bittersweet on your tongue. but joy comes in the morning.

Things are going to slide 6

Posted by Kari on November 28, 2008

all is well in your comfortable life and you cannot sleep most nights. so you move closer to the equator where the sun and the struggle knocks you flat on your back like a fallen goliath and your alarm clock is the bustle of the street waking up and an occasional early dawn riot.

Dream beneath a desert sky 10

Posted by Kari on November 06, 2008

Lost Boys 2

Posted by Kari on November 03, 2008

There are 10,000 talibes on the streets of Dakar, taken from their rural villages at a young age by a marabout, a Muslim religious leader with credibility elsewhere but in Senegal is using the ancient practice to exploit.

Talibes go barefoot onto the streets of Dakar to beg for their food and for money. If they do not bring a sufficient sum to the marabout at the end of the day they are beaten. They also are isolated in that they often can only speak their tribal language, of which there are 36 spoken in Senegal alone. Read more about them here.

More that pulses in the ocean than the tide 9

Posted by Kari on September 20, 2008

the moon endlessly orbits the beach pulling sand out to sea until one morning you wake up and the Atlantic is at your doorstep, asking for a cup of sugar and to sit for a while, chat about the weather.