Posted on June 27, 2017
Of all the amazing adventures I’ve undertaken, spending time in the Peruvian Amazon rainforest is surely one of top three most memorable experiences of my life. From fishing for Piranhas in a dugout canoe and camping on the rainforest floor, to watching pink river dolphins and viewing incredible flora and fauna, to meeting the Yagua Indian tribe and being taught to use a blowgun, and watching one of the most naturally diverse places on the planet come alive after dark… it is difficult to find the right words to express how majestic and awe inspiring of a place the Amazon rainforest is….
- Iquitos, Peru
- Camping, Fishing and Bushwhacking in the Amazon
Posted on May 19, 2017
Sporadically scattered in savannah sands
Hidden deep amongst the dunes
Boldly towering over brush
A Kalahari king.
Rooted shallow in the decreed dust
Branches wide and reaching
Beckoning the few passing
A gallant call.
Providing shade in inhospitable heat
Enduring the cyclic durations
Weathered years watching
A resilient rock.
Tasted by many, taken by none
Nourishing fuel of staple nuts
Foundation still sustaining
A robust respite.
Updated on June 24, 2017
There is a long story behind this poem which I’ve casually worked on for about a year and a half now. It involved deciding to trek across an island, unprepared, in a very sparsely populated rural jungle area nestled in between two volcano’s, in order to escape a Russian sniper instructor thief…. Read More
Where tributaries are in the past
and estuaries are too far in the future
they exist only in that gray space…
Past the flood plain of aquatic grasses
where the threat of predators prevails
and activity must always be alert
as the black caiman prowls the riverbank.
In a deeper space than the shallows
whose beautiful brown, sedimentary waters
only half-heartedly guarantee refuge
as the anaconda preys and prays
there are those forgetful to be vigilant.
There is still a place with a vibrant call
That draws the frolicking and light hearted
To exude excitement and innocence
A playful fervor filled with sensation
Imparting a euphoric elation to all.
Diving through hundreds of feet of waters
Some species weren’t meant to be tamed
They roam free without boundaries
Not just surviving or be exacting expectation
but they dance, they flirt and they play.
These pleasures seem evanescent
Yet is there not an experience more true
And filled with such life and its meaning
than those freedoms in the river.
Alas, another winter draws near
Frigid currents piercing the skin
Whilst each exposed hair
Extends voraciously outward.
The body feels sluggish and weary
Each movement more arduous
As the mercury slowly drops
And the serpent of restriction
Coldly constricts the spirit.
A wild beast in a wintry savannah
Desperately burrowing into heat sources
Gathering, collecting and reinforcing
One’s nest of survival till spring.
A petal was plucked today…
The variant veins of chlorophyll
filling each chloroplastic cell.
Yellow and fragile, a subtle portion of
a more profound majestic beauty.
This petal, this wonder…
This satin feel of sustenance
Derived in natures drive to flourish.
Like the dragonfly.
The one who called a day ago,
Beckoning for me to follow.
I saw and walked and
Smiled then gawked,
He darted near then sat.
Hovering two arms lengths away,
most curiously he did stay…
If I had my guess I would say,
I knew this dragonfly
from some past parlay.
A demon, a ghost of history
and convoluted time,
Are you mocking me dragonfly,
as I proceed on my way?
Yet not only with the petal,
For that exudes essence.
Nor this dragon of a fly
Who escaped my question…
For it is that in which
a subtle confluence
may convey, a compromise
of tranquility, a merging of
the magnificent, as atop the petal
does now sit, the dragonfly.
Updated on April 27, 2016
By Melissa Lyn
Goddess self roar into the night
Unbounded, nor disillusioned by fright
A worldly endeavor calls your essence
And go shall you to fulfill this coalescence.
Oh solitary mist on the resolute horizon
Watch as fallen queens and kings dismay
An exceptional floating peculiarity
Beckoning transcendence to fates’ parlay.
Updated on March 30, 2016
by Melissa Lyn
One eleven a.m.
Deep slumber stolen
Wind howling in walls
Furious windows drum
Skies crackle open
Cascading droplets fall
Flimsy trembling abode
Waves bashing rocks
Flood sirens scream
Inverted white waterfalls
Blanket into the sky
It is quite interesting how attached as human beings we can become to material goods. I believe that it is both in the pursuit and the ownership of these goods that distracts us and keeps us from experiencing a greater quality of life. Now of course, there are those items which we all own which provide sentimental value, or that are nostalgic in nature. However, it is true, that most of the household goods you’d find in the average middle class persons’ home do not satisfy the above two aspects. The list itself, for some, could become quite cumbersome if I started to name them. However for the purposes of this rant, I am just going to talk about an interesting dilemma I faced today regarding my kitchen steam mop. Read More
Updated on March 28, 2016
And I was born with you, wasn’t I, Blues?
Wombed with you, wounded, reared and forwarded
from address to address, stamped, stomped
and returned to sender by nobody else but you,
Blue Rider, writing me off every chance you
got, you mean old grudgeful-hearted, table-
turning demon, you, you sexy soul-sucking gem. Read More
Updated on March 26, 2017
By Melissa Lyn
If miles of land, never gave way to sea
A reverie, learning to swim would be.
If the wind blows, but trees never sway
No more limbs could be broken away.
If the fires burn, despite torrential rains
The flames, would not ever need a spark…
I was browsing the internet when I came across an amazing new invention on the market, the Biolite Stove. Using an innovative energy efficient design, the creators of the Biolite Camp stove have created a portable, backpacking friendly stove that can cook your meal and charge your electronics at the same time! Read More
Updated on September 6, 2016
Finding the right travel jacket or vest can be daunting when there seems to be so many different options for jackets on the market today. However, the reality is, a good travel jacket or vest will have extra necessary pockets and concealed or hidden pockets in it to properly carry all the items you will need and prevent pickpockets from stealing your valuables. With these requirements in mind, there are only a handful of women’s travel jackets and vests that fit the bill. In this article we’ll talk about some of the options available. Read More