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the theft of me
The moment isn’t lonely; it’s necessary. A suspension of the comings and goings of routine. Sitting quietly in the intermission. At last. Giving in to the pull of gravity, I ground myself. Ag...
Listless Endeavors
What a difference there is In a decade. From a single bedroom Drab carpet and a used couch. Bowls of rice for our empty stomachs And penniless pockets. Our meager gains from Our listless endeavo...
In the cracks.
“Critique Wanted” is what my display should say With the critical so meager in force I’m learning that the medium isn’t about the Garnered attention It’s the expression of a well explored Reflec...
Understand How
Yes, but how? It’s somewhere else That I can’t see I feel it …maybe Thinking clearly It makes No sense But when I’m feeling It is What I sense Listen? In trying to be quiet There are more ques...
