Peru Part 3: Iquitos and the Peruvian Amazon

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

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Mongongo Tree

Sporadically scattered in savannah sands
Hidden deep amongst the dunes
Boldly towering over brush
A Kalahari king. Read More

The Quail

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

November 2016 Supermoon

With no greater locale than the ocean
To view this onset of lunar magnificence
Outward I cautiously meandered
Upon the precarious rock jetty. Read More

The Journey on Laguna de Apoyo

When heartbreak and fear and evanescent beauty combine themselves in the same breath it is an experience that is hard to forget… 

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Chemistry of Pink River Dolphins

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. 

Wintry Hibernation

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 and a Dragonfly

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. 

Resolute Horizon

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.


Sea Squall

by Melissa Lyn

One eleven a.m.
Abrupt awakening
Deep slumber stolen

Wind howling in walls
Threatening tempest
Furious windows drum

Skies crackle open
Impacting violently
Cascading droplets fall

Flimsy trembling abode
Waves bashing rocks
Flood sirens scream

Inverted white waterfalls
Beckoning entrance
Blanket into the sky

The Dilemma of the Steam Mop and Materialism

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

Oceanic Rift Landslide

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Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,   
The stride of my step,   
The curl of my lips.   
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,   
That’s me.

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The Blues Don’t Change by Al Young

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

Comfort versus Freedom…

While evils are sufferable

Earth, Wind and Fire

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…


D.H. Lawrence…When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,

D.H. Lawrence Forest

The BioLite Stove: Bringing Advanced Tech to the Backcountry

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

Travel Jackets and Vests for Women with Concealed Pockets

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