Non-Fiction Living

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

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Scissors

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The paper cuts easily The fabric frays in the beginning, then catches a break It’s smooth sailing from there When I get to the kindling, t...
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...
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