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Issyk-Kul to host Nomad Tribe Festival 1 July 2026 The Nomad Tribe international traditional music festival, set for September 1–6 at the Rukh-Ordo cultural center on the Issyk-Kul coast, will be the cultural centerpiece of the VI World Nomad Games, Qazinform News Agency cites Kabar . Photo credit: Kabar The festival will be held as part of the global ethnocultural project Nomad World: Connection of Seasons. It will feature competitions in storytelling, instrumental art, and vocal-instrumental performance. Eight thematic zones will be built across the complex, including a pier shaped like a komuz and national yurts. The daily programs from 10:00 a.m. to 10 p.m. will include concerts, creative meetings, master classes, exhibitions, and cultural exchanges. Besides, the Chingiz Aitmatov Museum will host meetings with international scholars.  The outdoor theater stage and a podcast studio in a yurt will record visitors’ voices for the museum archive. An exhibiti...
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Artist Joan Grevstad

I met Joan when we were getting co-counselling in Seattle in the early 1990s. We became inseparable. She was an artist. Yes, I lost her and still mourn her... I stayed with Joan and her husband Joe Grevstad (a true Norwegian) in the 1990s at their gorgeous farmhouse in Kent, Washington. The poem I wrote is at the bottom of this post from my book SLEEPS WITH KNIVES.

These are a few photos of her farm house and her art. If I find more *and I hope I do* - I will keep posting...




When I was renting a condo in Redmond on Lake Sammamish, I would drive down on Sundays to see Joan and Joe and we'd watch the HIGHLANDER on TV. I miss her. I really miss her.

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My poem for Joan in Sleeps with Knives


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