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Travel Blogs from Salmiyah
An epistle poem about the unknown neighbour
Having successfully avoided you this past 10 months
I cannot address this letter correctly
You are next door though,
So delivery would be easy
In fact I'm not sure if you have been here that long
My lack of interactions with you
A study in aloofness
I guiltily, occasionally, wonder
My awareness of you consists
Of the sound of you ...
A piece for the Kuwait Writing Club.
David paused. James had just asked him if he wanted to go fishing Saturday afternoon, a regular thing they'd been doing for a few years. David realized he was going to have to tell James at one point or another that he had found a new girl. He'd known James since they kept tadpoles as pets. Since their mothers arranged birthdays for all the neighbourhood kids and the present of their dreams was a caterpillar tracked remote controlled car ...
... across the road from the concrete watch tower and head up the hill on the tarmac road. Once at the top of the ridge we will head rightwards, to this Return Waypoint: 29.446523° lat, 47.732402° long. There are two small hills at this location. The Return Waypoint is on top of the left one. You must go to the top. See photo in this blogpost. This ...
... of their own lives.
It's my impression that a lot of religious aid agencies and the foreign aid given by governments (often, it seems, as an aid simultaneously to that government's own foreign policy) don't give due recognition to the human agency of beneficiaries. I think especially the religious ones are looking for those with low agency as that's a form of vulnerability and so they are easy ...
... his studio. This is not like any other studio I have seen. It had what I can only describe as a glass studio smell. Slightly acrid. But clean. The place always had a sense of calm. Three or four rooms. Bigger than any other studio I've been in, come to think of it. Electric and gas kilns. Within these fire, intense heat. A sense of danger narrowly avoided whenever I walked into the main kiln room and saw its large lid hanging heavily. Perhaps some ...