They’re taking the signs, the ones that spoke in stories, in sadness, in second chances. They take words, leave worry and look west.
Read Morethe single wrong coloured tulip
Read MoreI walk backward
Read MoreI am a mess.
Read Morewind along the path of least resistance, look to the wilderness outside your window…
Read MoreThings I've been working on, unable to finish properly due to school/travel/work/etc.
Read MoreKept busy by another year of schooling, I didn't do much posting. This is something I wrote while settling into Istanbul.
Read More5 year anniversary of unsolicited musing.
I want you to write me a comprehensive list of the sounds a tree limb makes when it splits and falls.
Read MoreI lay on top of the city for perspective and stared down the stars as they became real as I rolled kicking and crying down the slope where I found the ground and couldn’t run for the dizziness.
Read MoreThus my interest in Adegbeye’s theme of erasing and redesigning the space of a fringe community.
Read MoreI decided to step way back, think about nothing, look at all of my creative output, then see if there was a common denominator.
Read MoreGet behind the scenes, arrive late to splash paint on the walls, arrive late in brainy bravado.
Read MoreThere is no doubt that work that reflects on my experience moving about the world ties into the idea of independent travel. I found a few theories and contradictions I plan on following up on next week.
Read MoreMoving rapidly from minimal prose to diary I’ve no rhythm and can’t dance, I stand to the side of the milonga while they tango under the glow of antiquity.
Read MoreShe comes in waves, in sand and stubborn, silty sweat.
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