i can’t escape the sound of a lawnmower today and i wonder what will become of me if my arms are extended. today, the surface is beige & the sound is engine…
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Virginia Woolf said a room of one’s own, but sometimes all you need it a moment of one’s own. This is how I feel – trodden by SF’s cement, concrete hillsides…
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4:33 PM. The white typeface on my iPhone stared back at me. CNN notifications popped up on my lock screen, broadcasting reports…
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Fragments of people, neighborhoods split by silent slices of your knife, our stitches barely tugging the healing skin together…
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