Non-Fiction Living

My Adventures As An Amateur Anthropologist In And Out Of My Apartment

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Suffer The Words

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You capture the germ of something. It's good. You work fast. Everything is lucid and frank. Nothing extra, nothing wasted. You wait a ...
Thursday, October 20, 2016

The High Cost Of Being Me

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There's some good stuff inside this head. Creativity. Thinking thoughts other people don't. I also like to help people. That sai...
Saturday, October 15, 2016

Unflavored

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I don't care what your plans are for the election. I wrote this for you. If you are sitting out the election, this is for you. Not...
Monday, September 26, 2016

Somebody

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I recognize somebody walking down the street. It's bustling. I say a quick hello and smile. Nothing. I see him again in the subway. I ...
Thursday, September 22, 2016

To mend

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Hands are to clasp. Paper to crease, in two, then four. Thread is to sew. The fabric to warm, to reign. What once was asunder. What once ...
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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

No Trophies

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Somebody will seem perfect. They achieve something you've tried in vain to pull off. You feel the smack of comparison. You're lac...
Monday, August 29, 2016

Pall

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I won't talk about faces I've had quite enough of them. This is my providence. So here, I do what I want. I'll write of ...
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