Non-Fiction Living

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

Friday, May 29, 2020

Before, now, then wide open

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These are my relics: wallet, backpack, sneakers, backpack, sunscreen. Squeezing into a party, my shoes left at the door, my back pressed ...
Sunday, May 17, 2020

Secret Service

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Until I trust you, I don’t trust you. This is my default and I come by it honestly. When something bad happens I become watchful. That is...
Wednesday, May 6, 2020

The Book

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Somebody wrote something no one else did. It wasn’t easy to find. Looking as hard as I did made me question the idea that there is a book ...
Monday, April 27, 2020

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Listen I understand now What will take you weeks to know I implement now What you will stumble and scramble to do Someday hence Tripping ...
Wednesday, October 2, 2019

These Things Bind Together

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Something big is happening. You’re a major player, not somebody on the sidelines. You’re feeling exclusively happy about it. You’re rea...
Sunday, May 12, 2019

Mammalia

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There’s a tingling in the space between me and not me. I’m aware of being an animal. Are you walking these streets? The hairs on my arms s...
Sunday, April 28, 2019

Rending

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I’m furious. With it comes an energy. Do something, it said. I’m compassionate.  I helped. When I couldn’t help, I tried. Do something ...
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