Kevin I. Barkman
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A wandering soul who feels at home anywhere in the world, but doesn't have a home anywhere.
A professional Athlete who travels the world.
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Between the Moon
There are little interplanetary systems that fill with stars on dark and foggy nights. Those of us with magic call them light-holes. The first light-hole I found was between my house, the field behind Mrs. Karney’s house, and the moon. There was a little spot in that triangle of space where no streetlights hit and the stars made their appearance. I called it the “Empty Space,” for the void there on quiet nights. On perfect nights—the nights when the power went out and a storm chased all the clouds away, I would run off to the Empty Space with a blanket, a thermos of hot chocolate, and a little leather journal that kept all my adventures safely hidden away. I would lay wide awake and draw lines in the sky till my eyelids would droop and the stars drew near. Sometime before sunrise the light-hole always opened up. It was always after my eyes closed and before the sun came back. My dreams would fill suddenly with white light and stairs in every direction. I would climb and climb till eventually my head would poke through the clouds and I would find myself in another world.
By Kevin I. Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Jenny
Jenny was barely thirty. Half the time she felt younger, the rest she felt as if she was knocking on death’s door. Most people who saw her out and about thought she was much younger than she was, due to the makeup, low cut shirts, and high heels. She drank a half sweet soy caramel macchiato, hot, with no whip. A classic drink, just boring enough to be overlooked, just fancy enough to hold eye contact with baristas a little too long. She listened to dream pop and her wrist tattoo quoted a song that had long fallen out of popularity. In her younger years she had backpacked Europe in a defiant step towards independence. Lately she had been to the Caribbean three times, but only to resorts. You wouldn’t have guessed they were carefully planned and guided trips by her backpack photos on Instagram, or her bikini pictures on what appeared to be secluded beaches but were really just tricks of camera angles and good timing.
By Kevin I. Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Netherlands
Amsterdam - Almere The airport is exactly what I expected, - classic colors, odd white toilets, and lots of lights. The customs officers didn’t even glance my way as I walked through, and immigration officer simply smiled at me and stamped my passport with a “enjoy your stay in Netherlands,” and her smile matched her accent - long and carefully pronounced.
By Kevin I. Barkman4 years ago in Wander
Training In Tough Times
Considering how many of us are stuck at home I have decided to write a short series of posts about what I have learned about training. This will in no way be a comprehensive list, but hopefully it helps add some clarity and purpose to training, for myself and for those who need it.
By Kevin I. Barkman5 years ago in Unbalanced
