• April 15, 2017

    Trading Inner Virtue For Outward Charm

    Scrawled on a napkin in Prague.

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    I see the man looking at other women while strolling with his wife.

    I see the woman looking straight ahead, only living in his consciously perceived words, “You are everything to me.”

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  • February 23, 2017

    I See In Chillwave

    A writerly short written summer 2014

    I walk down the street not thinking much, but incredibly content.  It’s rainy and cold.  My glasses are covered with water droplets and fogging up.  I take them off.  “Road Work Ahead” reads ablur.

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