Monthly Archives: April 2012

Nagging Feelings in NYC

After a few weeks of intensive writing and reflection, I return to New York City for a court date following my February “Foreclosure Auction Blockade” Occupy-related arrest.  Nearly 40 of us pack the courtroom.  Energy vibrates through the air.  One … Continue reading

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4 Days, 970 Miles, 24 Rides: a Hitchhike from Memphis, TN to Washington, D.C. (Day 4 of 4)

Day 4 New Market, VA to Washington, D.C.: 125 miles I sit on the bench in front of an I-81 rest area on a chilly Saturday morning, flying a sign that says “TRYING TO GET HOME TO WASH DC.”  I’m … Continue reading

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4 Days, 970 Miles, 24 Rides: a Hitchhike from Memphis, TN to Washington, D.C. (Day 3 of 4)

Day 3 Abingdon, VA to New Market, VA: 245 miles My eyes open at daybreak.  I lie still for a few moments in this patch of brush, invisible to the cars and the town, and pink clouds puff overhead in … Continue reading

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4 Days, 970 Miles, 24 Rides: a Hitchhike from Memphis, TN to Washington, D.C. (Day 2 of 4)

Day 2 Asheville, NC to Abingdon, VA: 116 miles I awake to a pastel sky and six clock tower chimes.  Every insect in North Carolina has apparently decided that beside my body would be a good place to gather during … Continue reading

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4 Days, 970 Miles, 24 Rides: a Hitchhike from Memphis, TN to Washington, D.C. (Day 1 of 4)

Day 1 Memphis, TN to Asheville, NC: 484 miles Punctured by the overhanging telephone poles, the falling sun spills dirty golden light through the trees and out across the highway, momentarily glinting in mirrors and windshields of each passing car, … Continue reading

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Greyhound

We soar out along the edge of the crystalline bay, palm trees flailing in the seawater breeze.  The girl sitting across from me is telling me about how happy and carefree she is, how she’s heading to New Mexico to … Continue reading

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Maybe We’re Almost Near Somewhere

The next morning, we slept in.  Sunlight slanted through the shades across the windows and a dozen people curled deeper into their sleeping bags laid out across the floors.  It was a slow day: deep cleaning the churches, returning vans, … Continue reading

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