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Nov.15.2012
Maybe you've been there: Your Kickstarter campaign to launch your first book is in its final days, and you are hovering around 40% funded. You have a handful of people who have promised to kick in at the end, but it IS the end, and where are they? Pouting over an election outcome? Without...
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Aug.31.2012
Female lions are more predatory than males. They will stalk you, loan you nothing, not even a chance. No matter how beautiful they are, the last things you will see are fangs and claws.
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Aug.29.2012
I must give a thumbs-up to Air New Zealand, who at 9:00 pm whisked me away from LAX and landed me in Auckland the following morning. I upgraded to premium economy, which awarded ample space and comfort for the thirteen hour trek. After a lovely dinner, movie, and a few dreams, I awoke...
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Jul.16.2012
Now you can follow me on Tumblr, too. New posts and new pictures.
http://cmerrill2.tumblr.com/
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Apr.16.2012
The other day a friend emailed and asked, “Where in the world are you now, on which continent?”
I smiled to myself and emailed her back to say I was in fact in North America, but had just gotten back from Nicaragua where I was one of the 102 invited poets for the Granada International Poetry...
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Mar.10.2012
Something rustles in the underbrush. My sleepy senses come to full alert. It’s an ancient world out there, full of primitive memories storied at the bottom of our brains.
My fears are primitive, hard-wired into the base of my brain from the time when humans were prey to huge...
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Dec.09.2011
Santa came early this year.
I just received my copy of "Even the Smallest Crab Has Teeth: 50 Years of Amazing Peace Corps Stories". I contributed a tale about my nights spent at the notorious “Mosquito Bar” in Bangkok, trying to write the Great American Novel. We all do crazy, embarrassing...
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Sep.04.2011
In the mountains of Honduras, it is said that the women grow old by the time they are twenty. In 1990, atop one of the highest mountains, a family of impoverished farmers was rumored to subsist on the only apron of land that had not been overfarmed, the last of the Maya descendants. I was the...
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Jun.04.2011
Do you remember when you first fell in love? Or the day you first glimpsed something you knew would change your life forever?
That happened to me two decades ago today. June 5, 1991. My 22nd birthday. Two weeks out of college, I awoke in New York City with a hangover, stumbled to JFK with a...
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Apr.22.2011
I suppose there has been a small leap in narrative between my arrival home in early December and my prolonged parking job that has lasted till now, two months later. I therefore have the feeling that some of you are wondering why am I still living at my parents' house, working among the...
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