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Homelessness and Jumbled Dreams

Homelessness and Jumbled Dreams

A man from a Boston subway station. H. Homelessness is one of America’s most complicated problems. Roughly over half a million people are homeless in the country, 65% of which find temporary...

2020 Ocean Awareness Contest – If.

2020 Ocean Awareness Contest – If.

Reflection:As I researched ocean activism and human influences on the ocean, overfishing consistently came up as one of the most pressing ocean environmental problems. Thus, I decided to look into...

In My Head – Spoken Word Poetry

In My Head – Spoken Word Poetry

A poem about the clash between expectation and reality. An excerpt from Hello. Shot on iPhone 7. _________     [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5"...

Learning is Awesome.

Learning is Awesome.

The roads between towns and cities are best viewed from above. | The connections made between bodies of knowledge are among the most satisfying parts of learning.D.During this pandemic, I’ve had a...

Yelling Back At Night

Yelling Back At Night

In my head I’m up there yelling back at Night, there’s a leonine aura shining brighter than lights off and on. There’s no off switch on this floodlight, but it’s not shining at me I’m aiming it...

I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him. I stood there for a moment or two, looking over at him. “Excuse me sir, please keep moving.”...

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses, you know how it goes. Walking over the city with that stereo above the clouds, I wish I could crank...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes too long to run to you, travelling through stale air and over rusty telephone lines. I wish I could...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is hard                      we will                                                                    ...

Westend Bus towards Wit’s End

Westend Bus towards Wit’s End

I took the westend bus towards my wit’s end, pulling through the rain and the broken lights. It’s over, the birds have gone for Halcyon South, along with the music and the dance. Here we are, it’s a...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the world. Let’s get lost in the thickets, travel a million miles just to look in the mirror, you know how...

The frame tilts on its side

The frame tilts on its side

The frame tilts on its side, all the way over and under the hills, through the woodlands, past the sailboats out fishing in that blue blue sky. I threw out the tablecloth and the table appeared...

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