Tag Archives: transition

temporary rejection

Posted on January 30, 2012 by Linnea Ashley

i have to find a way out of my current funk. Unemployment is not sexy but people who urge me to “take advantage of the time” are surfing in shark infested water looking decidedly like baby seals. It isn’t because … Continue reading →

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texist

Posted on November 6, 2011 by Linnea Ashley

I’m not a texist. Honestly, some of my best friends –hell, family – are Texans. Some would classify me as Texan given my middle and high school residencies, but that leaves room for debate. Besides, being a Texan doesn’t preclude … Continue reading →

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there is no personal in space

Posted on August 31, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

Iganga Town, Uganda August 31, 2010 There are some americanism, my inner mzungo so to speak, that I would presume are rigid and inflexible. I’d be wrong but I sometimes argue with myself that it is true. Personal space is … Continue reading →

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mapping home

Posted on August 25, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

August 24, 2010 Iganga Town, Uganda If I were to map my town, take stock of people and places…really look and not simply let it pass me as I stroll, it would be full of sounds and color and scents. … Continue reading →

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colonial me

Posted on August 21, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

August 21, 2010 Iganga Town, Uganda I haven’t mastered this pseudo post-colonial era in africa. In truth, this is my first true interaction with the way things probably were. I have a high fence with broken bottles glittering in the … Continue reading →

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Mabira evening

Posted on August 15, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

August 14, 2010 Mabira forest, Uganda The plastic smoldered, drew itself up from clear blue womanly shapes and bright yellow shopping bags to black jewels glistening on ashen logs. The Ugandan interns burned the plastic we’d all collected – the … Continue reading →

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permit city

Posted on August 7, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

The air is thick and chewy like old gum. Trucks belch black smoke and trash burns in invisible fires in the distance. Bodas (motorcycles), immune to laws of traffic and good sense, weave between cars and -when time and lack … Continue reading →

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not malaria

Posted on August 1, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

August 1, 2010 Iganga Town, Uganda It could be malaria. It could be an idiosyncratic thyroid. or I might just be cold. The thing is, living in a world of malaria makes every chill or fever infinitely more noticeable – … Continue reading →

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bikes and smiles

Posted on August 1, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

July 31, 2010 Iganga Town, Uganda Side saddle on a bike seemingly transported from 1955, legs neither straddling or to the right of the cushioned seat, my bike chariot wove its way through the crowded, sometimes paved, streets. The cool … Continue reading →

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hello goodbye again

Posted on July 22, 2010 by Linnea Ashley

Despite being well versed, hell- down right prolific, in both the art and execution of farewells; they wear on me. Not simply the act of saying goodbye – but the brief intervals between the ends…the end of the job or … Continue reading →

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