VicariousVagabond.com v3
Welcome to the newly redesigned VicariousVagabond.com! This is now the third major overhaul of my website. And hopefully the last for a very long time. The new design was created to not only be easier for me to update my writings and photos, but to be more user friendly for those visiting. For more on the design, click here. The writing portion of this site is structured in chronological order, but one can now search by categories and even key words. At the time this was written, there were over 200 entries with more always being added. Wander around the site and let me know what you think!
Recent Posts
My Story
The author spoke about story. And how our life is a story. We are characters. In your own story, you are the protagonist. But perhaps in others you are the antagonist or maybe you just play a small part. read more»
1988 Chateau Canon
Judging by the sound of the fireworks deployed over downtown Portland, the New Year arrived as I was walking across the intersection of Flanders and 19th. The festivities to which my friends were attending didn’t appeal to me. So I didn’t go. I spent the late evening writing, but with only a few minutes left of 2007, I ventured out into the streets. read more»
Fresh Snow
There’s four or five inches of snow accumulated on the deck and it’s still gently falling. I’m at a friend’s place in the mountains. The house is quiet, except the ticking of a clock in the other room. Everyone’s out skiing, but I’m still recovering from a recent bout with the flu. read more»
30 Year Flu
It’s 1:00am. I’m freezing, but I’m sweating. I just returned from the bathroom yet again following another vomit episode. It began at work; feeling the pressure in my head build, not being able to concentrate and that foreboding feeling that the flu is upon me and there’s no way to avoid it. read more»
To (no one in particular),
There’s a long winding path that enters a dark, dense forest. Now and again I think that I hear my name being called from within. Can you hear it? I tell myself it is just the rustling of the trees in the breeze. Or maybe it’s them who call to me. Maybe it’s time to wander down the path. But I don’t want to go alone. None of us should have to walk it alone. read more»
