I find myself, with alarming regularity, peering through dusty blinds and old windows, cracks in old fences and gaps between gates, under doors and around imposing structures. I ignore no trespassing signs, do not enter...
Read More →In my backyard, rooted deep below the soil I tend and churn and adorn with fleeting flowers of all shapes and colors, stands an old silver maple tree. Its arms and fingers reach out in...
Read More →The pungent scent of whisky and soon-to-be-discarded cigarette butts fill the heavy air in the small, run down old warehouse. Chatter, a hundred separate conversations, carry through the otherwise silent open space. Anticipation builds...
Read More →The painful chant of an alarm clock beckons. Tired eyes struggle to adjust to the barely lit room. Small beams of gold and blue morning light peak through poorly closed blinds. Familiar objects across the...
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