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the Sun only rises for the rich. I suspect this because I ride the bus early
Category 365 Collection
Journey
Her fortune read, “You will travel to many exotic places,”...
Summer Bodies
We looked for ourselves in jazz clubs planted in unfinished basements
to be complete
to be completely honest, there are those days when i want to pour vodka into my morning coffee
[I’m leaving and never coming back]
The space between raindrops
Is where I reside
New Year’s Morning My Son Appears
suddenly, solid as a second chance,
asking me to unseal his sand art kit.
Battlefield
As I walk through a collective field of souls I wonder what there is to gain
Good morning
Isobel wakes up earlier than usual today. Still, under the blanket, she watches the sun stain the sky a deep purple from the glass slats on the roof.
Train Town
To their ears it’s a nuisance, but to mine, it’s a comfort
chinese new year was january 25th
it seems to be
a fuzzy rat
cycling
with pizza
to the street corner
apple tree